in 

fpemortam 


ELBERT 

and 
ALICE  HUBBARD 


Done  Into  a.  Book  and 
Printed  by  The  Roycrofters  at  Their  Shop 

which  is  in 

East  Aurora,  Erie  County 
New  York 


V 


Copyright,  1915 
By  The  Roycrofters 


LBERT  HUBBARD  looks 


on  me  as  I  write.  From  his 
position  on  the  wall  of  my  room 
he  smiles  at  me  as  ever.  His 
face  is  alive  and  full  of  the  ani 
mation  and  hope  and  energy  it 
always  had.  I  have  never  seen  that  face  with 
any  other  expression.  Fate  has  been  kind  to  me 
and  I  have  been  spared  the  sight  of  the  smile 
he  took  to  the  other  side.  To  me  there  has  been 
no  death — no  pallor — no  memory  of  seeing  him 
in  a  sleep  to  be  nevermore  unbroken. 
I  know  he  has  gone  on  his  last  little  journey, 
and  that  somewhere  he  is  traveling  the  way  s+ 
His  inspiration  to  me  will  forever  hold  me  to 
my  task  &+  &•» 

Alice  Hubbard  went  with  him,  and  it  was  just 
as  they  would  have  chosen,  hand  in  hand.  There 
could  be  no  separation.  With  one  purpose  in  life 
here,  there  must  be  the  same  over  there.  God 
was  good  to  them. 

Of  what  the  world  of  earnest  men  and  women 
thought  of  them  and  of  the  inspiration  they 
furnished  the  world,  only  a  little  can  be  gotten 
together  in  one  small  volume  like  this. 


M97468 


There  are  countless  thousands  whose  lives  or 
thought  have  been  influenced  as  have  those 
whose  tributes  we  have  here  compiled.  I  could 
not  begin  to  print  all  the  beautiful  letters  that 
have  come  to  me. 

But  to  the  world  of  friends  who  knew  and  loved 
Elbert  and  Alice  Hubbard  do  I  give  my  apprecia 
tion,  and  to  these  would  I  offer  this  little  diversi 
fied  collection  of  letters  of  tender  affection,  love, 
respect,  praise  and  glorification,  with  the  hope 
that  there  may  be  read  into  them  the  true  value 
of  their  innermost  meaning. 


LIST  OF  CONTRIBUTORS 


Abeel,  Alfred     . 
Adams,  Byron  S. 
Allen,  Daisie  Woods 
Allyn,  Rube 
Alvey,  William  . 
Alwood,  Lister  R. 
Amidons,  The    . 
Anderson,  W.  A. 
Anstey,  Louisa  Lee  . 


251  Appel,  Joseph  H.  .  .  199 

129  Archbold,  John  D.  .  .  22 

95  Ardis,  J.  B.         .  .  .  191 

50  Armhold,  Nettie  E.  .  .  29 

95  /  Armour,  J.  Ogden  .  .  208 

230  Arnold,  J.  A.       .  .  .223 

249  Atkisson,  J.  D.  .  .  .  173 

205  Avery,  Arthur  B.  .  .  234 

106 


V  Babson,  Roger  W.     .  .  190 

Bailey,  J.  Milton       .  .107 

Baltimore  "  News  "  .  .  246 

Banks,  Samuel          .  .  93 

Barhyte,  Kate    .        .  .195 

Barker,  Edwin  L.  .172 

Barrett,  John      .        .  .  152 

Barren,  C.  W.    .        .  .  193 

Barrowclough,  S.  L.  .  24 

Barry,  Mary  Garrigan  .  34 

Barton,  Stephen  E.   .  .  76 

Batten,  George          .  .  275 

Beach,  Percy  A.         .  .  141 

Beals,  Jessie  Tarbox  .  55 

Beauchamp,  Lou  J.  .  .  69 

Beavan,  William  A.  .  .  177 

Beckman,  James  W.  .  149 

Beebe,  George  ...  30 

Beetem,  Charles  G.  .  107 

Beetem,  Edw.  C.       .  .  107 


Beifeld,  Ernest  L.  .  .64 

Beifeld,  Eugene  V.  .  .        64 

Beifeld,  Joseph  .  .        64 

Bell,  Clark          .  .  .222 

Bell,  William  A.  .  .      106 

Bellsmith,  Henry  W.  .      191 

Bering,  Frank  W.  .  .64 

Bessey,  M.  W.  .  .  .        21 
Best,  P.  A.          ...      106 

Bicknell,  George  .  .174 

Bispham,  David  .  .161 

Bissell,  Herbert  P.  .  .      327 

Bolin,  Mrs.  E.  C.  .  .      104 

Bond,  Carrie  Jacobs  .      269 

Bootz,  Henry  A.  53 

Borglum,  Gutzon  .  .      325 

Bowen,  Faxon    .  .  .      119 

Bowie,  Henry  P.  .  .      206 

Bowie,  Leroy      .  .  .        55 

Boyd,  Frank  D.  .  .      266 


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LIST  OF  CONTRIBUTORS 

BramleyKite 

254 

Buehler,  W.  E.  .        . 

173 

Brazier,  F.  W.    . 

160 

Buell,  Guy  A.     .        .        . 

317 

Breed,  Austin  A. 

264 

Bunting,  Maude  W. 

56 

Brewster,  Winfield    . 

177 

Burbank,  Luther 

172 

Briggs,  Archibald 

189 

Burpee,  W.  Atlee 

217 

Brown,  Ernest   . 

30 

Burrows,  J.  C.    . 

94 

Brown,  Geo.  R. 

356 

Burton,  Maud  L. 

286 

Brownhill,  L.      . 

248 

Bush,  David  V. 

346 

Bryan,  W.  G.      . 

342 

Bustard,  W.  W. 

130 

C 

Calvert,  Bruce    . 

282 

Cole,  J.  J  

319 

Carr,  C.  S. 

309 

Collins,  Francis  A.     . 

55 

Carroll,  A.  E.      . 

239 

Colt,  Samuel  Pomeroy 

331 

Chalmers,  Hugh 

120 

Cook,  A.  G. 

265 

Chappie,  Joseph  Mitchell 

133 

Cosner,  E.  H.     . 

285 

Charbonneau,  C.  J.  E. 

263 

Council  of  Women  Voters 

335 

Charles,  T.  Owen      . 

108 

Coward,  James  S. 

65 

Choynski,  Jos.  B. 

279 

Crane,  Frank 

245 

Cincinnati  "  Enquirer  "    . 

224 

Crawford,  "  Capt.  Jack  " 

51 

Clark,  Adrian  P. 

322 

Cristadoro,  Charles  . 

223 

Clegg,  John  E.  . 

129 

Culver,  W.  T.     . 

304 

D 

Davey,  John 

68 

Doherty,  Henry  L.    . 

59 

Davis,  James  J. 

323 

Dold,  J.  C.          . 

23 

Davisson,  Walter  P. 

297 

Dreier,  Thomas 

268 

Denson,  Frederick  T. 

118 

Duffus,  Geo.  W. 

178 

Depew,  Chauncey  M. 

221 

Duncan,  Florence 

122 

DeVoe,  Emma  Smith 

128 

LIST  OF  CONTRIBUTORS 


IX 


Edmonds,  J.  F. 
Ehmann,  Freda 
Ehrmann,  Max 


240     Elliott,  Howard          .        .     117 

280     Etz,  Anna  Cadogan  .        .      272 

92     Eytinge,  Louis  Victor  183 


Ferguson,  Nathaniel 
Fleischer,  Charles  . 
Foster,  T.  J. 


84     Freeman,  George  A.         .     332 

185     Funes,  M 94 

300 


Gable,  William  F. 
Gilliam,  C.  A.     . 
Gray,  Olive 
Greenfield,  N.  C. 


Hall,  Bolton 
Hall,  Laura  Nelson  . 
Hall-  Quest,  Alfred  L. 
Hammond,  Arthur  E. 
Harger,  Jr.,  C.  G.     . 
Harned,  Thomas  B. 
Harris,  B.  F.       . 
Haughton,  E.  H. 
Hays,  Joseph     . 
Head,  Elliott  F. 
Hedrick,  U.  P.  . 
Heinz,  H.  J.       . 
Helm,  Walter  J. 


141  Grodzinsky,  Marvin  .  336 

81  Groff,  Alice  .  .  .358 

352  Grubb,  Eugene  H.  .  .  305 
65 


H 


.  123  Henning,  Frank  H.  .  .  96 

.  163  Herbert,  Agnes  .  .  306 

54  Higham,  Charles  Frederick  237 

234,  252  Hill,  David  Jayne  .  .  142 

.  290  Hines,  Earle  Remington  150 

.  149  Hocken,  H.  G.  .  .  .  295 

.  304  Hodges,  Leigh  Mitchell  .  99 

.  208  Howard,  Francis  .  .  279 

.  281  Howard,  John  F.  .  .216 

98  Howe,  E.  W.  .  .  .  Ill 

.  248  Husted,  H.  T.  F.  .  .  242 

.  204  Hyde,  Homer  ...  48 
288 


X 

LIST  OF  CONTRIBUTORS 

I 

lies,  George 

296     Ingersoll,  Robt.  H.    . 

320 

Ingalls,  Edwin  W.     . 

311 

J 

Johnson,  Col.  Charles  A.  . 

176     Jones,  George  R. 

79 

Johnson,  Evan  . 

330     Jordan,  David  Starr 

241 

Johnson,  R.  L.   . 

329 

K 

Kaeppel,  F.  E.    . 

176      King,  Byron  W. 

162 

Kellerman,  Stella  V. 

294      King,  Mr.  and  Mrs.  O.  M. 

332 

Kelly,  Arthur  C. 

89      Kirk,  David  M. 

292 

Kennerley,  Mitchell 

328      Kitzmiller,  Warren   . 

78 

Key,  Ellen 

293      Kleiser,  Grenville      . 

30 

Kinderdine,  G.  A.      . 

265      Koehler,  Andrew  R. 

160 

Kindleberger,  J. 

277 

L 

Lackaye,  Wilton 

27      Lindauer,  Oscar  A.   . 

177 

Lane,  Hon.  Franklin  K.    . 

233     Lindsey,  Ben  B. 

90 

Lauterbach,  Edward 

357      Little,  Lora  C. 

229 

Learned,  John  G. 

79     Livaudais,  J.  H. 

280 

Lee,  General  J.  G.  C. 

205      Long,  Beulah      . 

299 

Le  Gallienne,  Richard 

85      Loudin,  Maurice  L.  . 

253 

Lentz,  John  J.    . 

257      Lowerison,  Harry 

303 

Levy,  Aaron 

352      Lyman,  C.  G.     . 

348 

Lilly,  John  M.    . 

265 

M 

v>  McAdoo,  W.  G.         .  .       . 

221      McClemont,  Ernest  G.     . 

219 

McCaleb,  W.  F. 

132      McCormick,  Charles 

154 

LIST  OF  CONTRIBUTORS 

xi 

McGraw,  Rose 

207 

Millar,  Tom 

240 

McHugh,  Joseph  P. 

210 

Miller,  Frank  A. 

164 

Mack,  George  J.  R. 

253 

Miller,  Joaquin 

274 

McKane,  H.  W. 

31 

Mills,  Benjamin  Fay 

301 

Mackintosh,  Chas.  H. 

316 

Mitchell,  Arthur  L.   . 

252 

McMillin,  Joe    . 

141 

Monahan,  Michael   . 

145 

M'Phail,  M. 

205 

Morden,  Henry  J. 

79 

MacQueen,  Peter 

333 

Morgan,  H.  T.  . 

277 

Mahin,  John  Lee 

126 

Morrill,  G.  L.     . 

318 

^Marden,  Orison  Swett 

181 

Morris,  Charles  G.    . 

65 

Marsh,  C.  W.     . 

153 

Morris,  Edw. 

80 

Martinez,  Julia 

140 

Morse,  Harry  C. 

314 

Mase,  Sidney  W.      . 

228 

Moses,  Bert  M. 

167 

Mason,  Harrison  D. 

186 

Mosher,  Thomas  Bird      . 

66 

Mason,  Walt      . 

29 

Muldoon,  William     . 

32 

Maxim,  Hudson 

17 

Mumma,  Archie  A.   . 

308 

Melzer,  A. 

339 

Myers,  F.  P. 

153 

N 

Naylor,  James  Ball  . 

.       20 

Nordisk  Boktryckarekonst, 

294 

Neblett,  W.  T.  . 

.     233 

O'Connor,  Frank  N. 
Oldrini,  Alexander 
Oliver,  J.  D. 
Oswald,  J.  Clyde 


296  Outcault,  Richard  F.  .       21 

266  Owen,  Olive  G.  58 

176  Owen,  Robert  L.        .  .      220 
222 


Patee,  Fred 
Patterson,  Ada  . 


119 
170 


Patton,  Carolyn 
Paullin,  R.  G. 


262 
312 


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LIST  OF  CONTRIBUTORS 


Pavcy,  Henry  A. 
Persons,  Henry  H, 
Pierce,  C.  C. 
Pingree,  Geo.  E. 
Planck,  F.  M. 


195  Pogue,  John  F. 

229  Powderly,  Terence  V. 

129  Powers,  Mabel 

242  Putnam,  T.  AlBurtis 
267 


R 


Rabbette,  Leo  J.  .  .  26 
Reedy,  William  Marion  .  35 
Reid,  Daniel  G.  22 

Ricker,  Manila  .  .  23 
Riley,  James  Whitcomb,  95,  338 
Robinson,  Charles  L.  247 


Robinson,  N.  Howard 
Romer,  Jan  D.  . 
Root,  Hon.  Elihu 
Rowan,  A.  S.      . 
Roy,  T.  Edw.      . 


Salter,  Dorothy  May  .  350 

Samuelson,  Alfred  A.  .  192 

Sanders,  Henry  G.    .  .  284 

Saxby,  Jr,  Howard    .  .180 

Schoellkopf,  Walter  H.  .  298 

Selfridge,  H.  Gordon  .  49 

Seton,  Ernest  Thompson  189 

Sever,  H.  E.               .  .  251 

Sharpe,  R.  Lee          .  .  347 

Shaw,  Anna  Howard  .  54 

Sheldon,  A.  F.   .        .  .  77 

Shuler,  Nettie  Rogers  .  188 

Sinclair,  E.          .        .  .213 

Slater,  Mary  White  .  285 

Smeltzer,  Robert  H.  G.  .  53 


Smith,  R.  C. 
Smith,  Samuel  Francis 
Smythe,  Albert  E.  S. 
Springmuhl,  G.  W.    . 
Staples,  Ernest  L.     . 
Stark,  Mrs.  A.  F.       . 
Steele,  George  A.      . 
Stout,  Hon.  Sir  Robert 
Stubington,  G.  C.      . 
Sulzer,  Wm. 
Sunday,  William  A. 
Swain,  Florence  A.  B. 
Swetland,  R.  E. 
Swinburne,  Algernon  C. 


LIST  OF  CONTRIBUTORS 

xiii 

T 

Tammen,  H.  H.         ... 

157     Thomas,  Coral  . 

256 

Tandy,  Lewis  H. 

81     TUden,  J.  H.      . 

209 

Taylor,  A.  M.     . 

283     Tindley,  Charles  P.  . 

317 

Tennyson,  Alfred,  Lord    . 

166     Toland,  Leigh    . 

206 

Terry,  Edward  H.  S. 

262     Towne,  Elizabeth 

214 

V 

Vail,  Theo.  N.    . 

184     Van  der  Weyde,  W.  M.   . 

353 

Van,  Billy  B.      . 

268     Vose,  Frederic  P.      . 

79 

Vanderlip,  F.  A. 

314 

W 

Waite,  G.  S.       . 

354     Wilhelm,  William      . 

160 

Walsh,  L.  J.       . 

296     Williams,  E.  Harlan 

234 

Washington,  Booker  T.    . 

300     Williams,  T.  J.  . 

81 

Weeks,  Margaret      . 

162     Williamson,  B.  B.      . 

173 

Weinberger,  Harry   . 

191      Wilson,  J.  N.      . 

265 

Wells,  John  D. 

294     Womack,  A.  A. 

31 

Welsh,  Freddie 

349      Wood,  Robert  A. 

213 

Wetherell,  Lucille     . 

243     Woodward,  Hu 

156 

White,  Andrew  D.     . 

315      Woodworth,  Harry  Albro' 

278 

White,  R.  E.      . 

163     Wroe,  W.  E.       . 

31 

Wilcox,  Ella  Wheeler 

110 

Zeidt,  O.  Walter 


324     Zurcher,  George 


304 


K  (Demoriam 


takes  them  home  that  we  loved,  fair  names 
and  famous, 
o  the  soft,  long  sleep,  to  the  broad  sweet  bosom  of 

death; 
But  the  flower  of  their  souls  he  shall  take  not  away 

to  shame  us, 
Nor    the    lips    lack    song    forever    that    now   lack 

breath. 
For  with  us  shall  the  music  and  perfume  that  die  not 

dwell, 

Though  the  dead   to   our  dead  bid  welcome,  and  we 
farewell. 

—Algernon  Charles  Swinburne. 


NE  of  the  greatest  .intellectual  giants 
in  American  history  has  passed  oveif  • 
the  Great  Divide.  He  was  a  knight 
errant  of  gentleness  and  justice.  His 
lance  was  a  shaft  of  wit.  He  impaled 
hypocrisy  on  the  spear  of  ridicule. 
He  espoused  as  his  own  cause  the 
cause  of  all  the  lowly. 

Last  night  my  wife  and  I  read  some  of  his  scintillating 
philosophy,  with  amazement  at  his  wisdom,  with 
laughter  for  his  wit,  and  tears  for  his  loss. 
In  his  Little  Journeys  to  the  homes  of  great  men  and 
women,  Elbert  Hubbard  has  done  what  no  other 
biographer  has  ever  done  so  well.  He  has  given  us  a 
look  not  only  into  their  deeds,  but  also  into  the  heart 
and  soul  of  their  personality. 

When  a  man  is  dead,  he  must  trust  to  his  reputation 
with  Saint  Peter,  and  lean  on  his  biographer.  If  Saint 
Peter  has  in  him  a  heart  of  understanding,  with  also  the 
saving  grace  of  humor,  and  if  he  reads  the  papers, 
especially  "  The  Fra  "  and  "  The  Philistine,"  he  has 
come  to  know  Elbert  Hubbard  as  we  knew  him,  and 
the  doors  of  Celestia  were  waiting  wide  open. 
Elbert  was  of  such  timber  as  the  old-time  gods  were 
made.  His  face  was  a  reason  why  God  made  man  in 
His  own  image  «»  s^ 

A  wise  man  once  said  that  no  great  man  is  great  to  his 
valet,  and  another  wise  man  added — because  his  valet 
is  not  a  great  man.  The  greatest  biographer  of  the  world 


18  IN  MEMORIAM 

next  to  Elbert  Hubbard  was  Boswell,  who  made  it  pos 
sible  for  us  to  see  Samuel  Johnson  in  all  his  bigness, 
without  dwarfing  him  with  his  many  littlenesses  «•» 
Johnson  was  big  enough,  after  what  was  little  in  him 
had  been  subtracted. 

Elbert  Hubbard  may  have  had  some  littlenesses — all 
of  us  have — but  if  he  did,  he  hid  them  with  amazing 
skill  :+•  £•» 

He  was  a  great  philosopher — a  very  great  philosopher 
— and  the  philosopher  is  the  greatest  of  men. 
He  stood  far  in  advance  of  the  world,  and  pulled  the 
world  after  him.  The  world  never  appreciates  such  men 
until  it  has  caught  up  with  them.  It  will  be  some  time  yet 
before  the  world  gets  alongside  Elbert  Hubbard  when 
he  left  his  work. 

Put  the  face  of  Elbert  Hubbard  beside  that  of  Dante, 
and  we  can  measure  Elbert's  size  the  better.  He  saw, 
as  Dante  did,  all  the  faults,  failures,  shortcomings  and 
wickedness  of  human  nature  ;  but  he  had  the  knowledge 
that  all  our  littlenesses  and  wickednesses  are  but 
weaknesses,  and  he  saw  and  felt,  what  Dante  did  not, 
all  of  the  glorious  greatness  and  goodness  with  which 
this  world  teems,  and  he  faced  the  world  with  laughter 
in  his  eyes  and  a  song  in  his  throat.  His  heart  was 
always  full  of  the  gladness  of  living. 
The  poet  has  said  of  Lincoln,  "  He  mixed  a  laughter 


IN  MEMORIAM  19 

with  the  serious  stuff."  Elbert  Hubbard  was  ever  ready 
with  his  shafts  of  wit,  and  yet  he  always  launched  them 
kindly,  and  he  did  what  they  did  not  who  sunk  the 
"Lusitania" — he  gave  warning  when  he  was  to  launch  a 
torpedo,  and  he  torpedoed  none  but  belligerents. 
The  last  letter  that  I  received  from  him  was  a  note  of 
warning  that  he  was  going  to  write  a  sketch  of  me  in 
which  I  should  be  made  to  suffer  enough  to  make  it 
readable,  and  he  asked  if  I  had  any  objection.  I  wrote 
him  that  I  had  been  hit  so  much  by  my  enemies  that  I 
would  welcome  an  upper-cut  or  a  cross-counter  from  a 
friend  s+  &+> 

Three  years  ago,  Mrs.  Maxim  and  I  spent  a  couple  of 
days  with  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Hubbard  at  East  Aurora,  and 
we  felt  when  we  came  away  as  one  felt  who  had  been 
in  the  presence  of  Caesar,  and  we  felt  that  Mrs. 
Hubbard  was  a  wife  worthy  of  Caesar.  C.  He  was  a 
man  of  immeasurable  size — a  man  so  big  that  one 
might  just  as  well  try  to  tell  the  weight  of  a  house  by 
lifting  at  it,  as  to  try  to  size  him  up.  He  was  an  honor 
to  human  nature,  and  a  redeemer  of  our  faith  in  human 
nature.  He  was  a  man  to  make  the  angels  look  our  way 
and  bow  to  us  in  friendly  recognition,  and  boast  that 
we  are  their  kindred. 

iaand?ngPpkd.,  N.  j.  Hudson  Maxim. 


20  IN  MEMORIAM 

KNEW  Elbert  Hubbard  ;  and  I  liked  him. 
He  was  much  more  a  trenchant  and  pleasing 
writer  than  he  was  an  eloquent  and  con 
vincing  speaker.  To  judge  his  character 
from  his  writings,  one  would  think  he  was  arrogant, 
opinionative  and  intolerant  ;  but  he  was  anything  else 
than  that.  He  was  as  ready  to  grant  free  opinion  and 
free  speech  to  others  as  he  was  to  demand  these  rights 
for  himself.  In  private  conversation,  he  was  a  good 
listener  as  well  as  a  good  talker.  He  was  a  bundle  of 
contradictions — and  he  knew  it;  and  his  philosophy  of 
life  was  subject  to  frequent  and  radical  revisions — and 
he  did  it  himself.  He  was  not  a  fossil  ;  he  was  a  living 
thing  that  assimilates  and  grows.  He  was  as  variable  as 
the  weather-vane,  it  may  be  ;  but,  like  the  weather- 
vane,  he  marked  the  direction  of  the  currents  of  public 
opinion  -r<<*  .^ 

Some  of  the  time  he  was  right — some  of  the  time  he  was 
wrong  ;  but  all  of  the  time  he  was  thoughtful — and  made 
others  think. 

I  did  n't  like  him  so  much  as  an  author  as  I  liked  him  as 
a  man — a  broad-minded,  kindly-hearted  human  being, 
who  was  bent  on  doing  what  he  sincerely  believed  to  be 
right.  I  did  n't  subscribe  to  all  the  tenets  of  his  philoso 
phy  of  life — by  no  means  ;  but  I  liked  to  read  his 
articles,  because  he  was  a  stylist,  a  master  of  modern, 


IN  MEMORIAM  21 

fluent  English  —  and  because  he  always  offered  me  an 
opportunity  for  mental  exercise.  But  most  I  liked  him 
because  he  had  a  sane  sense  of  humor  —  and  did  n't 
take  himself  or  the  world  too  seriously. 

Malta,  Ohio  James  Ball 


I  HEARD  the  news  of  Elbert  Hubbard's  death  on 
the  "  Lusitania  "  with  the  same  ghastly  horror 
that  every  one  else  experienced  who  knew  him  or  read 
his  works.  His  death  is  the  most  to  be  deplored  of  any 
man  for  many  decades.  He  was  the  apostle  of  peace. 
He  was  one  of  the  most  valiant  enemies  of  superstition. 
He  was  one  of  the  rarest  humorists  and  profoundest 
philosophers.  Brave,  kind,  full  of  Faith,  Hope  and 
Charity,  I  venture  to  say  he  went  down  with  the  same 
brave  stoicism  with  which  he  faced  life. 

Flushing,  L.  I.,  N.  Y.  Richard  F.   OutCdlllt. 

I  KNOW  that  he  met  his  end  calmly,  sorry  that  he 
could  not  finish  out  his  years  of  activity,  that 
rightly  belonged  to  his  strong,  vigorous  body,  and  yet 
satisfied  that  he  had  lived  his  years  full  of  hard  work  s* 
Although  I  have  never  seen  him,  yet  I  have  always  felt, 
since  first  I  saw  his  writings,  that  we  were  personal 
friends,  and  I  mourn  him  as  a  brother. 

Me.  M.  W.  Bessey,  M.  D. 


22  IN  MEMORIAM 

I  HAD  known  Elbert  Hubbard  many  years,  and 
had  great  admiration  for  his  versatility  and  ability 
as  a  pungent  writer. 

While  not  always  agreeing  with  him,  I  found  much  to 
admire,  and  believe  that  time  will  give  him  a  much 
higher  place  in  the  ranks  as  a  thinker  and  writer  than 
has  yet  been  accorded  him. 

He  was  a  perfect  exemplification  of  our  old  copy-book 
adage  that  "  the  agitation  of  thought  is  the  beginning 
of  wisdom." 

The  death  of  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Hubbard  is  really  to  be 
deplored  as  a  public  calamity. 


New  York  City  °' 


Elbert  and  Alice  Hubbard  died,  humanity 
lost  two  real  friends.  Elbert  Hubbard  was  an 
American  patriot  in  the  truest  sense,  although  the  best 
efforts  of  his  wonderful  mind  were  always  dedicated  to 
humanity  in  general  without  regard  to  race  or  creed  0» 
One  thing  that  appealed  to  me  very  strongly  was  his 
constant  warfare  on  humbug  and  hypocrisy  wherever 
he  found  it.  If  the  organization  he  left  behind  can  carry 
on  his  work  with  the  spirit  and  energy  of  its  founder,  it 
must  become  an  institution  that  will  always  deserve  the 
grateful  appreciation  of  the  American  People. 
w«r.rkc»,  Daniel  G.  Reid. 


IN  MEMORIAM  23 

I  KNEW  Elbert   Hubbard  intimately   more   than 
ten  years,  and  in  my  opinion  he  was  a  great  and 
good  man  &+   &+ 

His  naturally  generous  and  charitable  disposition  made 
him  ever  ready  to  overlook  the  mistakes  and  infir 
mities  of  his  fellowmen. 

His  philosophy  was  that  of  Commonsense,  and  much  of 
his  writing  will  live  as  long  as  the  English  Language. 
Dover,  N.  H.  Marilla  Richer. 

CHE  shocking  tragedy  of  the  "  Lusitania  "  and  the 
blow  to  The  Roycrofters  in  the  taking  away  of  the 
Fra  are  of  a  nature  to  leave  one  speechless,  and  par 
ticularly  when  this  catastrophe  comes  home  so  keenly 
as  it  does  to  those  who  knew  and  regarded  the  man 
whose  initiative,  whose  energy,  and  whose  almost 
unexampled  versatility,  placed  The  Roycrofters  and 
their  productions  upon  the  high  literary  plane  where 
they  stand  today. 

To  know  Elbert  Hubbard  was  to  admire  his  business 
qualities.  Whether  during  a  chat  at  the  office,  on  the 
veranda  of  the  Inn,  walking  across  field  or  rummaging 
around  on  the  farm,  as  we  often  did  together,  his  many- 
sidedness  and  mental  alertness  afforded  both  pleasure 
and  inspiration  £•»  -°-o» 

'  J' 


24 


IN  MEMORIAM 


T  is  impossible  for  me  to  express  my  grief, 
also  that  of  the  members  of  my  band,  at  the 
loss  to  us,  and  the  world,  of  Elbert  and  Alice 
**•       ->*   Hubbard  *»  ^ 

Mr.  Hubbard  radiated  love  and  good-fellowship  on  all 
he  came  in  contact  with,  and  we  loved  him  from  the 
bottom  of  our  hearts. 

When  we  heard  of  the  loss  of  the  "  Lusitania,"  and  that 
our  dear  friends  were  gone,  it  seemed  as  though  it  were 
a  blow  aimed  at  us  personally,  and  yet  can  hardly 
realize  that  it  is  true. 

Mr.  Hubbard's  influence  is,  and  will  always  be,  with 
us.  The  members  of  my  band,  and  myself,  are  better 
through  contact  with  his  personality,  and  it  is  with  the 
deepest  sorrow  that  we  part  with  him,  if  only  for  a  short 
time  *»  &+ 

S.  L.  Barrowclough. 


President  Canadian  Conservatory 
of  Music,  Winnipeg,  Canada 


The  mintage  of  wisdom  is  to  know 
that  rest  is  rust,  and  that  real  life 
is  in  love,  laughter  and  work  s^  &+ 


"AVE    ATQUE    VALE!" 
To  Elbert  and  Alice  Hubbard 

VAIL  to  ye,  passing  beyond  and  afar, 
JLJJ  Hail  and  farewell ! 
All  the  great  good  ye  did  here  among  men 
Our  lives  shall  tell. 

Daily  ye  strove  with  hand  and  with  soul 
For  things  that  are  best  ; 
Toil  and  beauty  and  freedom  and  truth. 
Haply  ye  rest. 

Swift  to  destroy  the  Hydra  of  wrong, 
Swift  to  defend, 

Patient  and  loving  and  urging  to  life, 
Glad  to  the  end. 

Together  ye  joyed  in  the  battle  of  life, 
Together  ye  won, 

Hand  clasped  in  hand  ye  fronted  the  dark 
And  the  rising  sun. 

All  the  great  good  ye  did  here  among  men 
Our  lives  shall  tell. 
Hail  to  ye,  passing  beyond  and  afar, 
Hail  and  farewell  ! 
Detroit,  Mich.  Leo  J.  Rabbette. 


VERY  clever  man  once  said  to  me 
that  he  thought  it  was  a  mistake  to 
read  many  books.  This  was  such  a 
radical  statement  that  it  astonished 
me.  It  seemed  to  be  against  all  the 
advice  I  had  ever  received,  and 
opposed  to  the  common  belief  of 
those  who  care  for  improvement  or  culture. 
I  expressed  my  astonishment  and  he  continued,  "  At 
least  I  would  not  advise  a  man  who  wished  to  be  a 
Thinker,  to  read  up  on  a  subject  which  interested  him 
until  he  had  formed  some  opinion — subject,  of  course, 
to  modification  and  amenable  to  argument." 
"Why?  "  said  I. 

"  I  can  only  answer  that  by  asking  another  question," 
said  he.  "  How  many  men  do  you  know  who  can  form 
an  opinion — with  a  clear  mind  from  their  store  of  reason 
and  observation  of  life  ? 

"  Can  you  not  trace  most  expressed  opinions  to  the 
latest  book,  the  newest  magazine,  the  environment  of 
the  speaker,  the  common  thought  of  his  associates?  " 
C.  I  was  obliged  to  admit  the  truth  of  his  dictum. 
Of  all  the  folks  we  know,  rub  elbows  with,  chat,  con 
verse  or  argue  with,  how  many  have,  as  the  saying  is, 
"  made  up  their  minds  "  for  themselves?  What  sheep 
most  of  us  are  !  Lucky  if  we  have  a  benevolent  leader, 
but  following  the  sophistical  or  treacherous  one  just  as 
blindly,  like  the  poor  animals  in  the  Chicago  stock 
yards,  which  are  led  into  the  death-run  by  the  trained 


28  IN  MEMORIAM 

bellwether  facetiously  called  "Judas."    C^  I  think,  of 

those  who  knew  Elbert  Hubbard,  the  thing  that  most 

impressed   them    was    that    "  he    made    up    his    mind 

for  himself." 

That  he  was  a  master  of  phrase,  a  genius  of  the  written 

and  spoken  word,  accounted  for  his  public  vogue.  But 

those  who  knew  him  and  had  the  privilege  of  personal 

conversation   were    impressed    most   by   the    absolute 

clarity  with  which  he  approached  any  proposition  from 

the  standpoint  of  his  own  reason  and  observation  &+ 

There  were  many  things  upon  which  we  did  not  agree — 

notably,  Faith.  The  last  time  I  talked  with  him,  it  was 

upon  this  topic.  He  said  :  "  Faith  is  a  talent  which  most 

of  us  possess.  The  difficulty  is  that  religionists  seem  to 

crowd  it  all  into  unbelievable  dogma  and  have  none 

left  for  daily  relations." 

In  spite  of  his  not  being  of  a  religion  he  was  a  deeply 

religious  man. 

He  refused  the  finite  concepts  of  the  infinite  which 

many  schools  and  creeds  maintained. 

But  he  revered  the  "  Mystery  of  Life  and  Eternity."  s+ 

He  has  solved  it  now. 

And  if  devotion  to  mankind  has  Divine  appeal  he  has 

attained  a  full  reward. 

Wilton  Lackaye. 


IN  MEMORIAM  29 

OOWN  to  the  depths  went  Elbert  Hubbard, 
with  smiling  eyes  that  knew  no  fear,  and  all 
the  lovely  mermaids  rubbered,  and  Neptune 
shouted,  "  See  who  's  here  !  "  Well  might 
there  be  a  great  commotion  throughout  the  sea,  from 
East  to  West,  for  seldom  has  old  Father  Ocean  clasped 
hands  with  such  a  splendid  guest.  The  inkstand  waits 
upon  his  table,  his  pen  is  rusting  in  the  sun  ;  there  is  no 
living  hand  that  's  able  to  do  the  work  he  left  undone. 
There  is  no  brain  so  keen  and  witty,  no  voice  with  his 
caressing  tones  ;  and  Elbert,  in  the  Deep  Sea  city,  is 
swapping  yarns  with  Davy  Jones.  And  all  the  world 
that  reads  evinces  its  sorrow  that  he  's  dwelling  there  ; 
not  all  the  warring  kings  and  princes  are  worth  a  ringlet 
of  his  hair.  Death  keeps  a  record  in  his  cupboard  of 
victims  of  the  monarchs'  hate  ;  "  a  million  men  and 
Elbert  Hubbard,"  so  goes  the  tally,  up  to  date.  If  it 
would  bring  you  back,  Elbertus,  to  twang  your  harp  with 
golden  strings,  it  would  not  worry  us  or  hurt  us  to  drown 
a  wagonload  of  kings. 

Emporia,  Kansas  Walt  MaSOU. 

Men  of  the  Elbert  Hubbard  type  are  rare  and  I  consider 
it  a  privilege  to  have  numbered  him  among  my  personal 
friends  -«*   .-«* 
Atlantic  city,  N.  j.  Nettie  E.  Armhold. 


30  IN  MEMORIAM 

ELBERT  HUBBARD 

'OU,  my  friend,  are  gone,  and  my  heart  is  heavy. 
C.  You  and  I  spoke  from  the  same  platform  that 
last  evening  when  you  bade  farewell  to  your  loyal  men 
and  women  M»  &+• 

You  said  you  might  not  come  back  again,  and  it  was 
tragically  so. 

Your  hand-clasp  is  still  warm  in  mine,  and  your  voice 
still  speaks  in  gentle  tones  of  love  and  counsel. 
You  have  gone  home  so  soon,  but  you  are  God's  and  He 
has  only  taken  back  His  own. 
New  York  city  Grenville  Kleiser. 

TO  THE  FRA 

nE  felt,  and  gave,  what  men  supremely  need, 
The  loyal  love  of  one  great  honest  heart. 
And,  from  his  breast,  no  transport  didst  depart, 
That  was  not  freighted  with  a  noble  deed. 

MQSS.  George  Beebe. 


'LBERT  HUBBARD  was  very  farseeing  in  his 
outlook  on  life;  and  although  I  never  had  the 
pleas'ure  of  seeing  him,  one  could  not  pick  up  anything 
that  he  wrote  without  getting  a  fresh  ray  of  hope. 

N.  w.  Ernest  Brown. 


IN  MEMORIAM  31 

ERA  ELBERTUS  is  dead.  The  clay  that  housed 
his  active  mind  and  kindly  critical  spirit  floats 
somewhere  on  the  broad  breast  of  the  Atlantic  with  the 
flotsam  and  the  jetsam.  His  loss  is  a  part  of  the  price  we 
pay  to  Moloch.  We  shall  miss  him,  for  he  was  always 
entertaining  and  many  times  instructive.  There  will  be 
no  more  Little  Journeys,  only  the  Long  One.  God  rest 
his  soul  and  temper  ours. 
Chicago,  ill.  W.  E.  Wroe. 


:  Elbert  Hubbard,  a  great  Man,  who  was 
honored  and  loved  by  all  who  knew  him,  has 
fallen  a  victim  to  the  atrocities  of  War. 
And  Whereas  :  He  was  a  Brother  in  our  great  and  noble 
Order  and  was  keenly  interested  in  the  development 
of  Mooseheart,  the  Mecca  of  all  Loyal  Moose; 
And  Whereas:  His  broad  sympathies,  wise  counsel  and 
able  leadership  will  be  missed  in  his  own  school  that 
he  loved  so  well; 

Therefore,  It  is  the  unanimous  sense  of  Indianapolis 
Lodge  No.  17,  Loyal  Order  of  Moose,  that  we  extend 
to  you,  The  Roycrofters  of  East  Aurora,  New  York,  our 
heartfelt  sympathy  and  Fraternal  love  in  this  your  hour 

of  sorrow'  Rev.  R.  C.  Smith, 

Lodge  NO.  17  Dr.  H.  W.  McKoiie, 

Loyal  Order  of  Moose  A.  A.    Womack, 

Indianapolis,  Ind.  '  Committee. 


32 IN  MEMORIAM 

BOW  many  poor,  discouraged,  tired,  heart 
broken   brain-workers   have   received  new 
encouragement    and    energy   that    enabled 
them   to    struggle    on,    until   they   reached 
Lnd  their  reward  for  their  honest  efforts  was 
all  due  to  the  sensible  advice  and  encouragement  given 
them  by  that  wonderful,  productive  mind  of  Elbert  Hub- 
bard.   The  inspirationable  effect  gained  by  his  com 
munications  to  his  readers  could  not  be  overestimated, 
and  will  be  missed  by  many  thousands  who  turned  to 
his  writings  for  encouragement  when  they  felt  in  need 
of  it  «»  «» 

No  other  man,  since  the  days  of  Colonel  Robert  Inger- 
soll,  has  been  able  to  coin  the  words  that  fit  the  situation 
and  give  the  definition  so  briefly  and  so  thoroughly  as 
Elbert  Hubbard.  I  knew  him  well  ;  he  was  a  man, 
physically  and  mentally,  capable  of  taking  care  of  him 
self  in  just  such  an  emergency  as  that  in  which  he  lost 
his  life  ;  but  he  was  a  man  who  would  not  spare  his  own 
life  if  those  in  his  care  might  perish.  Like  many  thou 
sands  of  his  friends,  I  look  about  me  for  his  successor, 
but  I  can  find  no  one.  I  am  afraid  we  shall  never  see  his 
like  again.  Elbert  Hubbard,  the  man  with  the  wonderful 
productive  mind — hundreds  of  thousands  of  people  are 
better  off  for  his  having  lived. 

The  Olympia  TTT-M- 

Purchase,  N.  Y.  William 


I  believe  that  no  one  can  harm  us  but 
ourselves;  that  sin  is  misdirected  energy; 
that  there  is  no  devil  but  fear  ;  and  that 
the  universe  is  planned  for  good.  We  know 
that  work  is  a  blessing,  that  Winter  is  as 
necessary  as  Summer,  that  Night  is  as 
useful  as  Day,  that  Death  is  a  manifesta 
tion  of  Life,  and  just  as  good.  I  believe 
in  the  Now  and  Here.  I  believe  in  you 
and  I  believe  in  a  power  that  is  in  our 
selves  that  makes  for  righteousness  &*  &*• 


REQUIESCAT  IN  PACE 
the  harbor  of  quaint  old  Queenstown 
Will  guard  your  cherished  dead  ; 
A  grander  place  could  not  be  found, 
A  tenderer  pitying  bed. 

The  Irish  heart  is  bursting 
With  nature  for  mankind, 
The  Irish  surf  will  guard  you  well, 
'T  is  there  sweet  rest  you  '11  find. 

Oh  the  Queenstown  wave  caresses 
With  Irish  tears  and  sighs, 
And  many  a  prayer  will  fall  on  you  there 
From  the  seafaring  passerby. 

The  heart  that  is  wildly  waiting 

For  the  dear  ones  who  went  down 

Can  never  again  sleep  as  peaceful  and  calm 

As  you  in  the  port  of  Queenstown. 

The  Emerald  tomb  that  holds  you 
Wears  sunshine  on  its  breast; 
Not  woe  but  the  beautiful  stillness  of  peace 
Seems  to  float  on  its  opal  crest. 

Mary  Garrigan  Barry. 


[IS  doom  linked  in  history  with  a 
world -shaking  event  ;  with  the  life- 
renewing,  endlessly  cleansing  ocean 
for  a  sepulcher  ;  one  in  death  as  in 
life  with  the  woman  of  his  heart  of 
hearts,  Elbert  Hubbard  found  the 
end  appointed. 
How  he  faced  that  end,  we  know  who  knew  how  he 
lived — bravely,  with  a  smile. 

His  work  lives  on.  That  we  know.  There  are  hundreds 
of  thousands  of  people  whose  lives  are  larger,  broader, 
deeper,  higher,  because  of  Elbert  Hubbard.  He  brought 
them  into  the  noble  companionship  of  the  good  and  the 
great.  He  taught  them  the  secret  of  delight  in  work  well 
done  in  a  spirit  of  love  for  others.  He  showed  how 
living  might  be  truly  an  art,  how  it  might  be  a  con 
tinuous  evolution  of  character  in  the  individual,  affect 
ing  with  a  forward  and  upward  impulse  the  life  of  all. 
€L  Once,  at  East  Aurora,  I  had  followed  the  Fra,  at  some 
distance,  as  he  drove  a  flock  of  sheep  from  the  Roycroft 
Shop  out  to  the  farm.  I  sat  down  to  rest  on  a  stone.  As  I 
did  so  a  man  came  along  and  sat  down  near  me  on 
another  stone. 

"  What  do  you  think  of  that  fellow?  "  said  he,  with  a 
jerk  of  the  thumb  in  the  direction  the  Shepherd  had 
taken  so»  £•» 

"  He  's  all  right,"  I  replied. 

"  I  should  say  he  is,"  remarked  the  man.  "  I  wish 
I  could  say  all  he's  done  for  me."  s+  "Yes?" 


36  IN  MEMORIAM 

"  Yes.  But  for  him  I  'd  never  been  anything  but  a  poor 
Jew  cigar  drummer." 
"What  are  you  now?  " 

"  Well,  I  don't  know.  But  I  'm  not  what  I  would  have 
been  but  for  him.  God!  When  I  think  of  all  the  fine  big 
things  in  the  world  that  I  'd  never  have  known  of  but 
for  him,  I  feel  like — well,  like  a  fellow  who  has  been 
saved  from  death." 
"  How  was  it?  " 

"  Oh,  one  day,  in  the  smoking-room  on  a  Pullman  I 
picked  up  a  book  that  some  one  had  left  there  and  I 
began  to  read  it.  It  was  a  "  Little  Journey  " — to  the 
home  of  Harriet  Martineau.  I  'd  never  heard  of  her 
before,  and  I  did  n't  quite  catch  on  to  a  lot  of  what  I  'd 
read,  but  it  got  me  —  I  don't  know  how.  She  wasn't 
thinking  of  the  sort  of  thing  I  had  been  used  to  thinking 
was  important.  I  'd  never  read  much  but  newspapers, 
you  know.  Well,  I  saw  that  the  book  was  one  of  a  list  of 
books  about  other  people.  As  I  had  time,  I  got  and  read 
them  all." 
"And  then?  " 

"  Say,  I  was  like  Moses  looking  at  the  Promised  Land. 
It  was  a  new  world,  I  tell  you — all  beautiful  and  glorious. 
The  people  he  introduced  me  to  meant  something,  and 
they  seemed  to  tell  me  they  were  what  all  people  might 
become."  a+  s+ 


IN  MEMORIAM  37 

11  But  Moses  never  entered  the  Promised  Land."  s+ 
"  That  Ts  the  point.  It  does  n't  matter  so  much  about 
Moses  or  about  me.  Other  people  did,  other  people 
would  enter  the  Promised  Land  because  Moses  saw  it." 
€[  This  incident  is  the  story,  the  moral,  of  Elbert 
Hubbard's  larger  life.  He  pioneered  the  many  to  the 
Mount  of  Vision,  and  the  way  he  pointed  out  was  taken 
by  quite  a  few  who  brought  vision  to  realization. 
No  amount  of  criticism  can  obscure  the  fact  that  Elbert 
Hubbard  was  an  extremely  successful  popularizer  of 
culture,  a  quickener  of  perception,  a  stabilizer  of  incerti 
tude  of  purpose,  a  propounder  of  the  gospel  of  the 
satisfaction  to  be  found  in  the  possession  of  taste  so» 
For  the  uncounted  many  he  provided  life  with  a  mean 
ing,  discoverable  in  self -development.  He  set  people 
who  never  heard  of  Hegel  to  externalizing  themselves 
in  their  living,  to  eternalizing  themselves  in  actualizing 
their  ideas. 

Wherever  his  influence  penetrated,  there  were  and  are 
and  ever  will  be  found  men  and  women  living  for  the 
greater  honor  and  glory  of  manhood  and  womanhood. 
These  people  took  and  still  take  from  him  the  cosmic 
view  d*»  £•» 

His  gospel  was  and  is  a  gospel  of  enlargement,  of  free 
dom.  He  bade  people  look  into  themselves  and  find  the 
good,  not  alone  in  themselves  but  in  others.  He  showed 


38  IN  MEMORIAM 

them  how  they  might  put  themselves  "  en  rapport"  with 
the  world-tendencies,  using  those  tendencies  and  being 
used  by  them  for  a  fuller  realization  of  personality  and 
for  a  better  ordering   of   society   as   a  whole.   Elbert 
Hubbard  was  a  pragmatist  before  Bergson. 
Often  enough  his  preaching  was  misunderstood.  Looked 
at  as  he  looked  at  it,  there  was  nothing  selfish  in  his 
doctrine.  The  only  work  worth  while,  he  said,  was  work 
which  served  others.  He  did  not  disdain  the  world's 
rewards,  but  held  they  were  only  incidental.  The  reward 
was  but  compensation  from  those  served.  He  preached 
the  first  great  modern  sermon  on  Efficiency,  in  "  A  Mes 
sage  to  Garcia,"  but  his  was  not  the  efficiency  to  be 
exacted  of  "  the  other  fellow."  It  did  not  take  the  form 
of  getting  the  most  work  for  the  least  money  from  the 
man  necessity  compelled  to  work  for  another.  What  the 
hand  finds  to  do,  he  said,  that  do  with  all  your  might. 
"  Act  well  your  part  ;  there  all  the  honor  lies." 
Efficiency  with  Hubbard  meant  getting  the  best  of  your 
self  out  of  yourself— the  leading  out  of  your  personality 
— education,  in  a  word. 

The  Fra  took  the  world  as  he  found  it.  Pretty  nearly 
everything  in  the  world  had  a  reason  for  being  there.  If 
it  was  wrong,  correct  it.  If  right,  use  it  to  get  all  possible 
good  out  of  it.  Things  once  good  had  lapsed  into  mere 
superstitions.  Institutions  once  beneficial  had  ossified 


IN  MEMORIAM  39 

or  petrified.  Wipe  them  out  or  restore  them  in  proper 
adjustment  to  changed  conditions. 

He  had  no  panacea  for  the  world's  ills  :  they  were  to  be 
worked  away  by  men  and  women  with  courage  to  tackle 
the  job  £•»  £•» 

Hubbard's  was  essentially  an  individualist  philosophy, 
of  course  ;  but  he  held,  and  to  an  extent  proved,  that  no 
one  could  do  very  much  for  himself  without,  of  neces 
sity,  doing  as  much  or  more  for  others,  all  and  sundry. 
He  believed  that  the  many  could  use  the  Superman  for 
their  own  good,  that  the  successful  set  a  mark  ever 
forward  for  an  increasing  number  of  other  men  eventu 
ally  to  reach,  as  a  point  of  departure  for  further  advance. 
C.  While  he  believed  in  the  successful  man,  he  believed 
that  all  men  could  be  successful,  if  they  mastered  them 
selves  to  a  purpose  not  wholly  selfish.  Elbert  Hubbard 
never  praised  a  man  for  getting  rich,  but  for  enriching 
others.  He  glorified  no  one  for  what  that  person  got  for 
himself,  but  for  what  that  person  gave  to  others. 
So  much  for  his  doctrine.  The  man  himself  was  unique. 
There  was  no  other  American  so  self-contained — not 
self-centered.  No  small  element  of  his  indisputable 
charm  was  his  perennial  serenity.  He  was  at  peace  with 
himself.  However  the  wild  world  wagged  or  wobbled, 
the  Fra  was  a  calm  at  the  heart  of  the  storm.  Nothing 
was  of  so  much  importance  as  not  to  lose  one's  balance. 


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And  his  equanimity  was  marked  by  a  large  tolerance, 
for  he  even  suffered  fools  gladly.  Humor  he  had, 
because  of  that  tolerance.  He  was  not  so  self-contained 
that  he  could  not  step  out  of  himself  and  take  a  look  at 
himself,  and  laugh  with  you  at  the  spectacle  confronting 
him  s>+  ?**• 

In  twenty  years  of  friendship  I  never  heard  Elbert  Hub- 
bard  say  a  bitter  word  against  anybody.  I  've  talked 
with  him  about  people  who  abused  him  with  tongue  and 
pen,  and  he  never  responded  in  kind.  Never  have  I 
known  him  to  fail  in  real  appreciation  of  any  good  work 
by  any  man.  We  did  not  always  agree  in  our  estimates 
of  men  or  movements,  but  he  was  not  a  man  to  impute 
to  others  lowness  of  motive.  His  great  strength  was  that 
he  was  sure  of  his  own  purposes,  and  did  not  waste 
time  on  the  consideration  of  the  purposes  of  others  «•» 
He  had  a  glorious  inconsistency,  too.  Preaching  the 
gospel  of  getting  along  on  your  own  hook,  he  was  not 
unready  of  help  for  those  who  could  not  make  a  go  of  it. 
We  heard  very  little  of  those  who  got  a  lift  from  Hub- 
bard.  We  heard  nothing  of  it  from  him.  I  know  of  those 
for  whom  he  did  much,  with  no  reward  but  ingratitude. 
C.  In  all  the  years  I  knew  him  he  never  failed  me  when 
I  called  on  him  for  anything.  And  I  never  found  him  in 
the  least  vain  of  his  success.  He  seemed  devoted  to  the 
day's  work,  and  he  made  every  day  a  full  day.  I  admired 


IN  MEMORIAM 

particularly  the  wonderful,  quiet,  absorptive  quality  of 
him,  how  he  took  in  all  kinds  of  information,  how 
intuitively  he  understood  character. 
His  simplicity  made  many  people  think  him  inscrutable. 
Even  his  public  speeches  I  liked  for  their  naivete.  He 
talked  of  himself  and  of  his  work,  of  course  ;  but  why 
not  ?  Were  not  they  what  the  people  came  to  hear  about  ? 
What  had  he  to  say  other  than:  "  Be  yourself,  find  your 
work  and  do  it,  and  be  kind  "  ?  All'those  things  he  did. 
C  I  found  his  writing's  power,  too,  in  its  simplicity.  I 
can  not  recall  one  piece  of  "fine  writin' "  in  all  his 
work.  He  put  everything  he  had  to  say  in  the  most 
direct  fashion.  His  "  style  "  was  like  none  other.  It  was 
himself,  easy  yet  firm,  not  overloaded  with  decoration, 
colloquial.  What  he  had  read,  he  had  digested.  What  he 
thought  he  did  not  speak  until  he  distilled  the  thought 
to  its  essence.  He  was  wise  in  that  he  considered  things 
dispassionately. 

At  times  I  thought  him,  in  personal  contact,  a  mystic, 
and  perhaps  he  was,  but  the  mysticism  blended  ex 
quisitely  in  his  accord  with  commonsense. 
I  don't  recall  that  he  ever  went  off  very  far  after  a 
theory.  He  was  concerned  with  the  world  of  here  and 
now,  with  folk  who  are  as  they  are,  improvable  probably, 
but  hardly  perfectable.  He  would  have  Time  take  its 
time  with  them  evolutionally,  with  man  helping  where 


42  IN  MEMORIAM 

he  could  without  stopping  the  machinery  or  getting 
caught  in  the  cogs. 

But  I  might  write  of  him  endlessly  in  an  attempt  at 
analysis  and  then  not  get  anywhere.  There  was  that  in 
Hubbard  which  would  not  analyze.  It  was  something  of 
an  idiosyncracy  with  the  universal  and  the  particular. 
He  seemed  to  take  it  all  in,  sympathetically  enough,  in 
that  slow,  steady  smile  of  his.  And  he  had  a  way  of 
looking  at  people  and  just  saying  nothing  that  was  dis 
concerting  to  those  who  were  shamming  to  themselves 
and  to  him.  €[  "Bill,"  said  he  one  day  to  me  with  mock 
solemnity,  in  Strauss'  Studio,  "Bill,  it  helps  a  heap  in 
getting  into  and  on  to  other  people  if  you 're  on  to  yourself ." 

a  LICE  HUBBARD  was  a  splendid  woman,  a 
noble  specimen  of  her  sex.  She  was  a  pre 
ponderant  factor  in  the  making  of  Hubbard. 
She   gave  to  him  and  fostered,   after  the 
giving,  most  of  his  idealism.  She  was  his  inspiration 
when,  after  a  successful  career  in  business,  he  took  a 
special  course  in  college.  She  loved  him  and  she  suffered 
for  her  love  in  silence  during  long  years. 
A  woman  of  strong  character,  with  the  urge  of  expres 
sion  upon  her,  nevertheless  she  effaced  herself  for  his 
sake  and  bore  uncomplainingly  the  burden  of  a  con 
tumely  visited  upon  her  by  the  misunderstanding  many. 
€J.  When    in    the    course    of    the    grinding    years    she 


IN  MEMORIAM  43 

emerged  from  the  cloud  that  enveloped  her,  and  took 
her  place  by  his  side,  after  passing  through  an  ordeal  of 
bitterness  to  them  both,  and  to  others,  she  stepped  to 
her  place  shiningly,  for  all  that  she  bore  the  traces  of 
sadness  and  suffering  in  her  face.  She  was  a  brave 
woman  to  do  such  a  thing,  but  she  did  it  without 
bravado  £*>  She  took  up  her  work  in  a  nice  simplicity, 
and  when  she  spoke  or  wrote  it  was  not  for  herself  she 
did  so,  but  for  her  sex. 

She  brought  the  knowledge  she  had  herself  won  in  a 
finely  sustained  stand  for  convictions  translated  into 
act  to  the  assistance  of  the  cause  of  all  women  against 
subordination,  splendid  or  squalid,  of  their  individual 
ity.  For  her  experience  she  had  paid  her  painful  price, 
but  the  experience  left  in  her  no  deposit  of  bitterness. 
€t  To  East  Aurora  she  came  as  one  looked  upon 
askance,  and  in,  as  we  say,  no  time  at  all,  she  was  the 
beloved  mother  of  an  institution  of  man  and  woman 
making  value.  With  her  advent  began  the  greater  pros 
perity  of  the  Roycroft  establishment. 
Though  the  world  does  not  know  it,  hers  was  the  better 
business  brain  of  the  two.  She  put  organization  into  the 
place.  She  expanded  its  scope.  She  brought  it  down 
from  a  rather  misty  idealism  to  a  practical  business 
undertaking  .<>«*  &+ 
While  Hubbard  preached  abroad  and  planted,  Alice, 


44  IN  MEMORIAM 

like  Apollos,  watered,  and  the  god  who  smiles  on  work 
gave  the  increase.  Alice  Hubbard  was  the  business 
dynamo  of  the  Roycroft  Shop,  and  she  made  it  pay  better 
than  it  had  ever  paid  before.  She  knew  how  to  handle 
people,  workers  or  purchasers,  and  much  of  Hubbard's 
supreme  good  sense  consisted  simply  in  "  letting  Alice 
have  her  way." 

She  wrote  well,  like  a  man.  She  was  not  a  sentimental 
ist  or  a  sensationalist.  She  wrote  as  one  with  an  intense 
energy  that  scorned  any  pedestrianism  in  the  style  of 
verbal  communication.  All  excess  of  decoration,  all 
wordy  fiddle-faddle,  was  burned  away  by  the  force  and 
fire  of  her  purpose.  She  asserted:  she  did  not  argue  &* 
Only  those  who  knew  well  both  Elbert  and  Alice  knew 
the  quality  of  their  attachment.  I  so  knew  them,  and  I 
know  that  Alice's  judgment  upon  any  man  or  any 
matter  of  importance  was  the  final  determinant  with 
Elbert.  He  would  dream,  but  she  held  him  to  the 
purpose  of  doing. 

Between  the  two,  they  made  the  water-tank  that  was 
East  Aurora  into,  after  a  fashion,  one  of  the  "  Meccas 
of  the  mind  "  for  many  people  just  initiated  in  the 
kindergarten  of  culture.  To  know  the  Alice  Hubbard 
who  mothered  the  girls  and  boys  of  the  Roycroft 
establishment  was  to  know  her  at  her  womanliest  best. 
€1  She  always  impressed  me  as  a  person  of  great  power 


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in  reserve.  There  was  never  evidenced  in  her  any  of 
that  lack  of  inhibition  said  to  be  characteristic  of 
femininity  in  conversation.  She  impressed  me  as  one 
who  had  pondered  deeply  many  things  and  reached 
conclusions.  She  had  very  broad  views,  but  held  them 
with  a  certain  reticence. 

Her  devotion  to  Elbert  was  not  inconsistent  with  a 
humorous  appreciation  of  what  many  of  his  critics  said 
about  him.  She  had  less  pose  than  he. 
And  she  was  a  splendid  example  of  the  large -vie  wed, 
modern  mother,  in  her  training  and  education  of  their 
daughter,  the  lovely  physically,  and  suavely  poised 
mentally,  Miriam. 

Alice  Hubbard  was  a  woman  of  the  new  time,  but  yet  a 
woman,  and  so,  subordinated  in  fame  to  her  partner. 
For  all  her  capability  in  affairs  she  lacked  nothing  of 
tenderness — and  among  the  things  I  like  to  remember 
is  that  she  was  always  a  firm  and  true  friend  to  me  «•» 
Of  the  man's  love  for  the  woman  who  died  with  him  I 
can  not  trust  myself  to  write  at  any  length. 
Once,  walking  at  East  Aurora,  he  spoke  to  me  of  her. 
He  spoke  in  reverent  wonder  of  her  in  the  most  pro 
found  gratitude  for  the  amplitude  she  had  given  his  life, 
of  the  affection  she  evoked  in  the  little  community  of 
Roycrofters.  "  I  can't  tell  you,  Bill,"  he  said.  "  I  can't 
explain  it  to  you  ;  it 's  the  divinest  thing  I  know,  the 


46  IN  MEMORIAM 

power  of  Alice  to  make  hearts  glow  all  about  her."  £•» 
She  vivified  his  world,  strengthened  his  spirit,  softened 
him  to  gentler  issues,  put  an  inner  fire  of  poetry  into 
his  pre-eminent  practicality.  Alice  for  him  nobly  repre 
sented  all  women.  Because  of  what  she  was  to  him  he 
devoted  himself  to  the  cause  of  Woman.  He  could 
prophesy  no  better  of  the  emancipation  of  the  sex  than 
that  it  would  tend  to  make  all  women  like  Alice.  What 
she  imparted  to  him  passed  from  him  to  the  many  who 
followed  him.  In  their  lives  he  and  she  were  one  and  in 
death  they  were  not  divided. 

Elbert  and  Alice  Hubbard  were  slain  by  War.  In  their 
slaying  it  is  some  consolation  to  see  that  War  has 
torpedoed  himself.  Their  dying  has  multiplied  indefi 
nitely  the  number  of  the  enemies  of  War,  the  number 
of  those  with  whom  is  a  passion  the  hate  of  hate,  the 
scorn  of  scorn,  the  love  of  love.  Even  in  their  ending 
these  two  served  gloriously  the  cause  of  a  higher 
humanity  s+  &•» 

Their  bodies  are  in  old  ocean's  keeping,  rocked  in  the 
endless  rhythm  of  her  heaving  breast.  But  their  spirits 
reign  within  our  hearts,  which,  unlike  the  sea,  will  not 
give  up  their  dead. 
st.  Louis,  MO.  William  Marion  Reedy. 

What  the  world  really  needs  is  more  kindness. 


Upon  every  face  is  written  the  record  of  the 
life  the  man  has  led:  the  prayers,  the  aspi 
rations,  the  disappointments,  all  he  hoped 
to  be  and  was  not  —  all  are  written  there 
-nothing  is  hidden,  nor  indeed  can  be. 


FRA  ELBERTUS 

BIS  was  the  mind  that  planned 
The  hand  that  wrought 
Far  better  than  we  knew 
In  deed  and  thought. 

His  was  the  master  mind 

To  do  and  dare. 
His  was  the  wit 

To  strip  crude  Falsehood  bare. 

Here  toiled  the  Craftsman 

Whom  we  all  revered. 
Here  lives  the  Monument 

That  he  hath  reared. 

His  was  the  Soul 

Superior  to  Fame  ; 
'Mid  the  Immortals 

We  enshrine  his  name. 
N.  Y.  Homer  Hyde. 


JLBERT  HUBBARD  is  gone.  And  to 

those  of  us  who  knew  him  as  a  friend 
the  loss  must  always  remain  as  a 
gap  which  can  not  be  filled.  Elbert 
Hubbard  was  unique.  He  made  for 
himself  a  place  in  the  literary  history 
of  America  different  from  any  of  the 
others,  but  a  place  which  many  men  would  almost  give 
their  eyes  to  possess  and  be  able  to  fill. 
The  whole  world  will  miss  this  man  of  strength,  of 
virility,  and  of  outspoken  words.  His  marvelous,  long- 
ago-written  bit,  "  A  Message  to  Garcia,"  was  read  by 
millions  and  in  all  countries,  for  it  was  translated  and 
published  in  practically  every  language  in  use  today.  It 
gave  a  great  throb  of  inspiration,  of  courage  to  many  a 
struggling  young  man.  His  more  recently  written  terse, 
sharp,  fearless  sentences,  epigrams  and  essays,  now  so 
familiar  to  us  all  on  both  sides  of  the  Atlantic,  will 
become  Classics  and  will  be  quoted  for  many  years  to 
come  so*  £•» 

And  now  our  friend  lies  dead,  and  those  "  drops  of  ink," 
by  which  his  wonderful  mind  permitted  him  to  "  make 
millions  think,"  must  dry  and  crystallize  into  recollec 
tions  only  £•»  £•» 

Many  years  I  have  known  this  man  and  as  many  years 
admired  his  extraordinarily  original  mind.  In  Chicago 
I  first  met  him,  and  since  that  day,  twenty-five  or  more 
years  ago,  I  have  watched  his  progress  and  the  develop 
ment  of  his  most  interesting  enterprise,  for  Elbert 


50  IN  MEMORIAM 

Hubbard  did  so  much  else  besides  writing  ;  and  when  a 
few  weeks  ago  I  received  his  letter  telling  me  of  his 
contemplated  trip  to  England,  I  cabled  my  reply  and  the 
welcome  which  I  knew  that  this,  my  adopted  home  of 
London,  would  give  him.  My  page  even  yet  bears  the 
memorandum  of  expectation,  for  on  the  Seventh  of  May 
I  had  noted  that  my  friend  was  to  arrive,  my  friend  who 
was  to  be  my  guest  of  honor  at  a  dinner  of  literary  men, 
journalists,  public  men  and  men  well  known  in  London, 
many  invitations  for  which  dinner  I  had  already  given. 
C.  They  would  have  appreciated,  enjoyed  and  admired 
him  here  in  London,  and  we  here  and  he  would  have 
been  richer  for  his  coming,  because  each  would  have 
felt  his  friendship  increased  &+•  But  Elbert  Hubbard 
is  gone.  It  is  n't  death  which  disturbs.  It  must  come 
to  us  all,  and  as  I  grow  older  its  terrors  to  me  have 
absolutely  faded  away,  but  it  is  the  loss  which  makes 
my  heart  heavy  and  my  eyes  clouded  with  mist  —  the 
loss  of  that  wonderful  privilege  —  a  friend. 

***  Coll*-w'  u*'  H.  Gordon  Sclfridge. 


The  terrible  news  that  has  come  to  me  of  the  sinking 
of  the  "  Lusitania  "  brings  to  me  a  sorrow  I  must  suffer 
in  common  with  all  those  who  have  known  Elbert  Hub 
bard  and  who  have  been  helped  by  his  great  genius. 

Sarasota,  Florida  R^be  Allyn. 


IN  MEMORIAM  51 

MY  MARTYRED   FRIENDS 

was  a  king  and  doubly  crowned, 
A  king  of  hearts  and  intellect, 
Broad  as  the  universe  unbound, 
And  unafraid,  with  head  erect. 
He  dared  to  speak  his  mind  and  tell 

The  truth,  and  just  because  he  knew 
Life's  game,  and  how  to  do  things  well, 
He  always  hit  the  bull's-eye  true. 

He  was  a  man  with  soul  so  broad 

That  while  in  Nature's  fond  embrace, 
We  recognized  the  brand  of  God 

Reflected  in  his  splendid  face. 
We  recognized  the  love  he  gave 

And  love  has  played  the  noblest  part 
In  life,  yes  and  in  death  of  brave 

Elbertus  and  his  other  heart. 

She  was  a  queen,  his  consort  true 
As  tempered  steel,  her  womanhood 

Builded  far  better  than  she  knew, 
Living  and  dying,  making  good. 

Sprinkling  the  sunshine  of  success, 
And  representing  all  the  arts, 

Imbued  with  love  and  tenderness, 
!  Dear  Roycroft  king  and  queen  of  hearts. 


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My  king  he  was,  my  queen  was  she 

Since  once  beside  a  singing  brook, 
I  called  him  Pard,  and  her  Pardee, 

When  Elbert  said,  "We  '11  print  your  book." 
My  hat  is  off,  my  eyes  a-sluice, 

Dear  King  and  Queen,  't  is  Heaven's  brew 
That  wets  my  soul  and  jars  it  loose, 

Because  of  love  I  have  for  you. 

And  surely  He  who  reigns  above, 

Who  notes  the  sparrow's  fall,  will  see 
That  those  who  give  so  much  of  love 

Will  share  His  reciprocity. 
And  sure  as  Christ  was  crucified 

By  Hell's  most  cruel  pirate  crew, 
Thus  be  the  Kaiser  classified, 

These  martyrs  died  for  me  and  you. 

These  heroes  unprepared,  unwarned, 

Unconscious  of  the  devilish  game 
Of  sending  innocence  unarmed, 

To  that  eternal  "  Hall  of  Fame." 
O  King  of  Kings,  uphold  the  right, 

Let  wisdom  rule  that  war  may  cease ; 
But  if  we  are  compelled  to  fight, 

Let  's  fight  for  Universal  Peace  ! 

San  Marcial,  N.  M.  "C«P*>  /«*"  Crawford. 


IN  MEMORIAM  53 


ffi 


Y  dear  old  friend!  The  tears  come  at  the 
thought  that  I  've  seen  your  smiling  counte 
nance,  grasped  your  kindly  hand,  received 
your  friendly  letter  for  the  last  time  —  Until 

Eternity  *•»  s+ 

Fate  has  played  you  ill.  And  yet  methinks,  I  can  see 

you  cool,   collected  and  prepared  to  die  ;  aye,   when 

Charon's  craft  hove  into  sight. 

Your  creeds  were  all  golden  wisdom,  tempered  with 

kindness  and  love. 

The  sweet  memory  of  your  creed  of  charity,  love  and 

helpfulness,   will  ever  remain  indelible  on  the  inner 

walls  of  our  heart. 

I  have  not  only  read  all  your  philosophic  teachings, 

adopting  most  of  them,  but  I  have  known  you  intimately, 

and  can  only  designate  you,  as  has  been  termed  of 

another  great  man  : 

"  With  malice  toward  none  — 
With  kindness  to  all." 

Philadelphia,  Pa.  Robert  H.  G.  Smeltzer. 


unfortunate  ending  of  the  late  Elbert  Hub- 
bard  is  a  distinct  loss  to  every  good  citizen  of  the 
United  States.  I  always  have  been  an  ardent  admirer 
of  his  teachings,  which  will  be  an  everlasting  monument. 

Sergeant-Major  13th  Cavalry  TT*~     .    A     T>~^I~ 

Columbus,  N.  M.  Henry  A.  Bootz. 


54  IN  MEMORIAM 

LICE  HUBBARD  always  stood  bravely  before 
the  world  in  the  advocacy  of  the  cause  of 
woman,  using  her  fine  literary  gifts  un 
sparingly  in  the  setting  forth  of  woman's 
right  to  be  considered  one  half  of  the  human  race,  and 
in  defense  of  all  womanhood  against  the  blatant  cruelty 
and  injustice  of  the  social  order.  She  had  the  broadest 
possible  human  sympathies  ;  she  looked  with  kindly 
gaze  upon  man,  woman  and  child  —  censuring  none, 
denouncing  none.  In  a  word,  she  embodied  to  the  full 
the  rounded  character  eminently  worthy  of  Elizabeth 
Barrett  Browning's  noble  apostrophe  to  George  Sand  : 
11  Thou  large-brained  woman  and  large-hearted  man." 
,  Pa.  Doctor  Anna  Howard  Shaw. 


I  THINK  of  Elbert  Hubbard  as  a  remarkable 
example  of  self-achievement,  kindly  judgment  of 
others,  keen  business  insight,  indefatigable  industry, 
a  man  with  a  Big  Idea  and  fearless  in  its  expression  and 
I  hope  permanent  realization.  I  recall  my  long  conversa 
tion  with  Mrs.  Hubbard,  her  womanly  courtesy,  her 
wit,  her  thoughtfulness.  As  I  glance  up  at  the  volumes 
of  "  Fras  "  and  "  Philistines  "  on  my  shelves  I  can  not 
refrain  from  feeling  that  I  too  have  lost  friends  in  this 
tragic  war. 

The  Curry  Memorial  School  of  Education  A1(~~J  T      11*11   Sli*.,*** 

University  of  Virginia  Alfred  L.  Hall-Quest. 


IN  MEMORIAM  55 


upon  thousands  have  been  inspired 
and  ennobled  by  the  writings  of  Elbert  Hubbard. 
He  was  loved  and  reverenced  by  a  nation.  It  is  a  mis 
take  to  say  that  he  commercialized  his  talents.  If  he 
made  literature  profitable  it  was  on  account  of  the 
inherent  worth  of  what  he  said.  He  removed  the  rubbish 
—  looked  behind  the  veneer  —  said  what  he  thought,  not 
what  others  thought,  accepted  truth  in  its  humblest 
garb,  and  rejected  error  though  fostered  by  power. 

Continental  State  Bank  ri        ,    •_    4     /r_n  •    „ 

Groesbeck,  Texas  FraUClS  A.  C  Of  /1  715. 

[TRONG  Heart,  true  Heart, 
You  've  gone  the  way  of  men  I 
Great  Heart,  fine  Heart, 
Beyond  the  old  world's  ken. 
'T  will  be  a  many  weary  year, 
Till  we  see  your  like  again. 
New  York  city  Jessie  Tarbox  Beals. 

IT  was  never  my  pleasure  to  meet  a  more  attractive 
personality  than  Elbert  Hubbard.  There  will  be 
no  one  to  take  his  place.  No  man  of  modern  times  was  so 
amply  endowed  with  brains  as  he,  and  now  "that  he  is 
no  more  an  inhabitant  of  the  earth  the  larks  miss  him 
and  the  lions  mourn  the  bravest  of  the  brave." 

Talladega,  Ala.  LeYOy 


56 


IN  MEMORIAM 


IN  common  with  unnumbered  thousands  I  have 
found  much  that  was  satisfying,  pleasure -giving 
and  helpful  in  the  writings  of  that  brilliant  and  mis 
understood  philosopher,  Elbert  Hubbard. 
He  made  the  world  brighter  for  many  a  man  and  woman, 
and  therefore  he  lived  not  in  vain. 

Perhaps  there  was  a  false  note  now  and  then  in  his 
work,  but,  even  so,  the  words  of  true  philosophy  and  the 
doctrines  of  sincere  optimism  he  spoke  and  preached, 
and  the  sunshine  he  scattered  along  the  pathways  of 
men,  far  outbalanced  any  shortcomings,  and  he  made 
no  claim  to  being  perfect. 

Elbert  Hubbard  will  be  missed,  greatly  missed,  but  his 
memory  will  be  kept  green  in  many  a  heart  that  found 
solace,  comfort  and  pleasure  in  his  written  works  «» 
Grand  Junction,  Colo.  Mrs.  Maude  W.  Bunting. 


Men  are  valuable  just  in  proportion 
as  they  are  able  and  willing  to  work 
in  harmony  with  other  men  *»  &*• 


TO   ELBERT  AND   ALICE   HUBBARD 

REAT  Lights  whose  virile  tho'ts  blazed  'round  the 

world 

In  signal  gleams  and  gleams  that  'wakened  men, 
The  silent  deep  has  claimed  thee  for  its  own  ; 
We  may  not  hear  thy  cheery  tones  again. 

Silence  profound — and  Ocean's  trackless  waste  ; 

No  flower'd  mound  where  we  may  kneel  in  tears  : 
But  ah,  't  is  needed  not — such  souls  as  thine 

Shall  be  remember 'd  through  eternal  years. 

Thy  voices  now  are  hush'd — thy  presses  still  ; 

And  naught  save  "  Silent  Essays  "  thrill  each  pen  : 
Great  world-gaps  have  ye  left — and  yet  thy  words 

Still  live  and  vibrate  in  the  hearts  of  men  ! 

New  York  City  Olive  G. 


[HE  first  time  the  "  Lusitania  "  made 
a  trip  across  the  ocean  I  was  a  pas 
senger  on  her.  I  have  been  a  pas 
senger  on  her  many  times  since  &+ 
Every  voyage  on  that  ship  for  me 
was  a  pleasant  one.  She  has  carried 
my  friends  coming  and  going.  I  have 
marked  my  mail  "  S.  S.  Lusitania,"  and  I  have  watched 
for  the  mail,  the  propositions  and  the  contracts  she  has 
brought  me  «»  s>+ 

When  the  "  Lusitania  "  sailed  for  the  last  time  she  had 
eleven  of  my  friends  on  board.  But  in  spite  of  all  this, 
when  I  learned  of  the  disaster  which  had  overtaken  her 
my  first  thought  was  of  the  safety  of  Elbert  Hubbard  0*. 
It  would  surely  be  a  comparatively  simple  trick  to  build 
another  "  Lusitania,"  but  an  impossibility  to  produce 
another  Elbert  Hubbard. 

The  most  flattering  portrait  that  the  greatest  artist  of 
all  the  world  and  all  the  ages  might  paint  would  fail  to 
give  the  music  of  the  old-time  voice.  The  greatest 
sculptor  could  not  give  the  old-time  grip  of  the  hand  s^ 
The  greatest  assets  the  world  possesses  are  its  great 
minds.  When  a  great  mind  goes,  the  world  is  indeed 
poorer  ^  .<>» 

Hubbard  was  a  great  mind. 

We  would  be  barbarians  still  if  we  depended  alone 
upon  the  strength  and  endurance  of  human  labor. 
The  progress  of  the  world  is  measured  by  brain-throbs 
and  not  by  centuries. 


60  IN  MEMORIAM 

Hubbard  meant  much  to  me,  and  if  I  had  his  wonderful 
ability  to  condense  a  nebulous  cloud  into  one  small  and 
perfect  crystal  of  thought,  and  then  express  that  thought 
in  simple  and  beautiful  language,  I  could  preach  many 
a  sermon  from  the  life  and  work  of  Elbert  Hubbard, 
plant  many  a  guidepost  along  the  road  of  human  prog 
ress,  and  lighten  the  load  of  human  burdens. 
But  we  can't  all  be  extraordinary.  Some  of  us  must 
work  with  our  hands  and  feet  to  load  and  carry  the 
bricks  to  build  the  temple  which  the  Great  Architect 
has  designed. 

While  I  still  belong  to  the  "  hands  and  feet  "  brigade, 
I  aspire  to  be  a  master  workman  in  my  own  field,  and 
Elbert  Hubbard  has  helped  me  much  in  that  aspiration. 
C.  It  was  his  "  Message  to  Garcia  "  that  first  awakened 
my  keen  interest  in  Hubbard  and  commended  him  to 
my  admiration.  The  "  Message  to  Garcia  "  was  also  a 
message  to  me.  It  has  been  a  message  to  others,  and 
can  be  a  message  to  those  yet  unborn. 
Since  my  appreciation  was  first  awakened  I  have 
enjoyed  much  pleasure  and  profit  from  the  work  of 
Elbert  Hubbard. 

It  is  hard  to  think  that  such  a  dynamic  mind  has  been 
silenced  forever.  It  seems  as  though  it  must  be  only  a 
bad  dream. 
And  yet  measured  by  the  work  he  has  done,  the  people 


IN  MEMORIAM  61 

he  has  known,  and  the  part  he  has  played  in  the  affairs 
of  men,  Elbert  Hubbard  has  lived  several  lifetimes  «•» 
Most  lives  are  pitifully  narrow,  even  though  they  may 
stretch  beyond  the  traditional  period  of  threescore  years 
and  ten  ;  but  his  life,  although  short,  was  along  the 
broad  highway,  and  he  was  a  part  of  or  was  in  touch 
with  almost  every  human  activity,  and  so  when  calcu 
lated  from  proper  measurements  of  his  life's  dimen 
sions  he  had  lived  much. 

Whenever  I  met  Hubbard,  even  if  it  were  no  more  than 
a  momentary  accidental  meeting  that  did  not  go  beyond 
a  give-and-take  "  josh  "  on  both  sides,  yet  I  parted 
from  him  with  a  scrap  more  of  either  wisdom  or  inspira 
tion  «•»  6+ 

The  man  who  can  give  inspiration  to  those  he  meets  is  a 
success  indeed,  even  though  he  rests  in  an  unmarked 
grave.  Our  lives  are  short  at  best,  but  things  we  do  may 
live  forever. 

Hubbard  knew  the  world  better  than  the  world  knew 
him,  and,  while  he  made  his  mark,  and  a  brilliant  one, 
it  will  grow  in  size  and  brilliancy  as  time  rolls  on  &+• 
In  his  daily  life  he  was  an  animated  sermon  on  the 
delightful  trinity  of  life  as  it  should  be — Good  Humor, 
Good-Fellowship  and  Good  Health. 

He  was  a  fearless  writer,  and  little  minds  were  often 
prejudiced  against  him  by  little  things  he  wrote. 


IN  MEMORIAM 


He  would  have  had  more  friends  in  this  generation  had 
he  been  more  of  a  demagogue  ;  but  he  will  be  loved  and 
remembered  by  coming  generations  when  the  dema 
gogues  of  this  generation  are  forgotten—  or,  if  these 
demagogues  are  remembered  at  all,  they  will  simply  be 
remembered  as  being  so  weak  that  for  the  mere  sake 
of  gaining  an  indifferent  livelihood  they  could  not  help 
but  play  and  prey  on  the  base  passion  of  hate  in  their 
fellowmen  £•»  ?•+• 

If  one  has  talent  either  as  a  writer  or  as  a  talker  they 
find  the  shortest  road  to  popularity  is  to  misuse  their 
talents  by  filling  the  working-people's  minds  with 
fancied  wrongs. 

Hubbard  chose  to  coax  music  and  harmony  from  the 
less  responsive  chord  of  good-fellowship  rather  than 
applause  from  the  oversensitized  chord  of  prejudice  s+ 
He  not  only  did  not  fill  the  working  -people's  minds  with 
fancied  wrongs,  but  he  established  industries  and  filled 
the  working  -people's  pay-envelopes  with  real  money 
with  which  they  could  buy  the  comforts  of  life. 
Elbert  Hubbard,  for  a  man  possessed  with  a  heart,  was 
one  of  the  best  businessmen  I  ever  knew.  As  a  creator 
of  business  enterprise  he  made  a  grand  success  ;  and  if 
we  had  one  man  for  every  ten  thousand  of  population 
with  the  creative  and  business  genius  of  Elbert  Hub 
bard,  unemployment  would  disappear  and  our  country 


IN  MEMORIAM  63 

would  be  prosperous  beyond  the  most  optimistic  dream 
of  the  most  optimistic  dreamer. 

Hubbard  was  versatile  and  a  success  from  no  matter 
what  viewpoint  he  will  be  judged. 

Most  men  depend  upon  imitation  for  success.  Elbert 
Hubbard  was  creative  and  original,  and  the  foundation- 
stone  of  his  success  was  initiation,  not  imitation. 
He  was  kind  and  optimistic.  He  preached  the  gospel  of 
usefulness  and  happiness. 

He  would  not  want  his  friends  to  be  plunged  in  gloom 
over  his  untimely  death  ;  and  if  he  had  been  compelled 
to  meet  his  fate  alone,  without  thinking  of  the  distress 
of  others,  we  know  how  grandly  he  would  have  played 
his  part.  He  would  have  sent  back  to  us  all  a  pleasing 
and  consoling  message. 

If  I  should  meet  a  similar  fate  my  friends  could  build 
no  monument  that  would  please  me  so  well  as  to  give 
the  broadest  possible  application  to  the  work  I  had 
finished,  and  to  carry  on  to  its  full  harvest  the  work  I 
was  doing  when  death  struck  the  tools  from  my  hands. 
C.  Let  those  of  us  who  knew  him,  loved  him  and  ad 
mired  him,  give  the  widest  application  to  the  work  he 
has  done,  by  giving  the  widest  possible  circulation  to 
what  he  has  written.  CL  Let  us  do  what  we  can  to  give 
the  magazines  he  founded  the  influence  and  use 
fulness  that  they  would  have  attained  had  he  lived  «•» 


64  IN  MEMORIAM 

He  can  not  write  more,  but  we  can  carry  his  messages 
that  teach  usefulness  and  produce  happiness  to  those 
who  have  never  heard  them  &+  I  will  try  to  do  my 
duty  whether  you  do  yours  or  not  ;  but  surely  we  can 
steal  a  minute  from  the  day  now  and  then,  or  more  often 
an  hour  from  our  sleep,  to  carry  the  work  Elbert 
Hubbard  has  done,  and  the  work  he  was  doing,  to 
those  who  will  appreciate  his  labors  as  much  as  we  do. 
C.  So  with  this  appeal,  and  the  willingness  and  deter 
mination  to  do  my  part,  I  will  go  back  to  plow  and 
plant  in  my  own  field. 
New  York  city  Henry  L.  Doherty. 

a  MASTER  mind,  a  kindly  and  benign  soul,  a  big, 
generous,  wholesome  heart,  a   mental   Colossus 
-  Hubbard's   passing   has   shocked   us  inexpressibly. 
Alice   Hubbard,  the   beautiful  soul,   has    accompanied 
him  on  his  journey  to  the  beyond. 

They  radiated  goodness.  They  bettered  the  world  for 
their  living. 

Our  grief  is  poignant  and  we  falter  at  English  in  our 
feeble  effort  to  reflect  this. 

Joseph  Beifeld, 
Frank  W.  Bering, 

• 


Ho,,l 

Chicago,  in.  Ernest  L.  Beifeld. 


IN  MEMORIAM  65 

9  WANT    you    all    to    accept    my    heartfelt 

sympathy  in  the  loss  of  those  who  were 

father  and  mother  to  you.  The  blow  was 

^^  hard.   I   wish   the   whole   world   knew   Fra 

Elbertus  as  I  knew  him. 

I  know  that  he  believed  in  the  Fatherhood  of  God,  and 
the  Brotherhood  of  Man,  as  gentle  as  a  child,  as  brave 
as  a  lion.  I  know  he  loved  God's  Book,  the  Book  of  all 
Books,  for  he  told  me  the  Bible  was  his  companion — 
but  how  he  did  hate  sham  and  hypocrisy. 
I  have  often  told  him  I  wished  he  had  the  childlike 
faith  in  the  Son  of  God  that  I  have.  I  hope  that  he  who 
is  to  take  his  place  among  you  in  East  Aurora  may  have 
the  mantle  fall  from  Father  on  Son. 

New  York  City  James  S.  Coward. 

HRA  ELBERTUS  was  more  determined  than  Napo 
leon;  more  brilliant  than  Ingersoll;  more  loving 
than  Lincoln;  history  will  record  him  as  such  and  his 
works    and   deeds    will    be    a   divine   inheritance    for 
posterity  &•»   $+, 

Otoe  (Okla.)  Agency  --,.       .         ._ 

United  States  Indian  Service  Charles  G.  MOTTIS. 

We    have    all  suffered    a    great    loss  ;     nevertheless, 
although  gone,  their  spirit  will  ever  remain  with  us. 

Young  Men's  Hebrew  Association  \r    ^     ^ 

Brooklyn,  N.  Y.  N.  C.  Greenfield, 

President. 


66 


IN  MEMORIAM 


friendship  that  Elbert  Hubbard  had  for  me, 
and  which  it  is  possible  I  may  not  have  as  deeply 
considered  as  I  should,  was  none  the  less  something 
not  overlooked  and  which  now,  when  these  words  to 
you  can  mean  nothing  to  him,  was  real  and  lasting.  Some 
few  of  his  letters  I  have  before  me,  the  earliest  being 
dated  December  Second,  Eighteen  Hundred  Ninety- 
five.  I  shall  place  it  with  a  copy  of  his  first  volume 
received  by  me  so  many  years  ago.  I  well  remember  the 
impression  that  his  "  Message  to  Garcia  "  produced 
not  only  upon  the  millions  but  upon  a  single  individual, 
myself.  It  is  one  of  the  minor  masterpieces,  but  it  is  a 
masterpiece  that  I  hope  will  go  on  making  its  appeal 
for  many  a  year  to  come. 

Portland,  Maine  Thomas  Bird 


Prayer  is  an  emotional  exercise  ;  an 
endeavor  to  bring  the  will  into  a  state 
of  harmony  with  the  Divine  Will ;  a  rest 
and  a  composure  that  gives  strength 
by  putting  us  in  position  to  partake 
of  the  strength  of  the  Universal  0»  s» 


Kent,  Ohio 


ELBERT  HUBBARD 

nE  saw  the  Good  in  every  man, 
In  every  nation,  tribe  and  clan. 
He  could  not  see  that  "  Adam  fell  " 
And  doomed  the  race  to  endless  hell  ! 
But  said  that  Christ  would  make  us  men  — 
Now,  here  on  earth,  and  then, 
Whate'er  our  lot  may  be, 
Entombed  in  graveyard,  lake  or  sea, 
"  The  life  we  've  lived  is  what  will  tell  " 
And  fix  in  us  a  heaven  or  hell 
From  which  we  never  can  escape 
By  any  law,  or  rule  or  Fate. 
He  loved  the  trees  and  native  birds 
And  plead  for  them  with  earnest  words. 
When  some  would  doubt  the  writer's  pen 
11  Elbertus  "  spoke  to  brainy  men 
And  said  to  every  one  of  these, 
"  This  is  the  Brother  to  the  Trees." 

J°hn 


HE  "  Little  Journeys  "  are  ended  : 
the  long  journey  on  the  Great 
Adventure  has  been  begun.  May 
Great  Soul  and  Twin  Soul  fare  well 
at  its  ending.  Beneath  the  fronds  of 
sea-palms  Elbert  Hubbard  and  the 
elect  lady  of  the  "White  Hyacinths" 
hand  in  hand  lie  together. 

There  is  no  question  about  this  fact.  Their  lives  together 
prove  that  even  the  mad  rush  of  the  wondering  waters 
as  the  stately  ship  settled  to  her  doom  could  not  have 
sundered  these  two.  There  could  have  been  no  place  in 
a  departing  boat  for  this  woman  with  the  man  of  her 
heart  not  at  her  side. 

When  the  world  hereafter  shall  think  of  the  two  great 
tragedies  of  the  sea,  two  women  will  stand  out  above 
the  wrack  and  horror,  filling  the  eyes  with  tears  and 
prompting  hearts  to  give  out  more  of  tenderness  and 
love— Mrs.  Isador  Straus  and  Alice  Hubbard. 
Was  it  not  John  Boyle  O'Reilly  who  wrote,  "  The  world 
was  made  when  a  man  was  born  "?  I  never  think  of 
Elbert  Hubbard  that  that  line  does  not  come  into  my 
mind  &*•  &•» 

Outside  of  his  wonderful  intellectual  gifts,  Elbert  Hub 
bard  was  a  man  plus.  It  is  twenty  years  since  I  first  met 
him.  In  Eighteen  Hundred  Ninety-five,  I  think  it  was, 
I  picked  up  a  magazinelet  called,  "  The  Philistine." 
Just  then  the  small  magazine  was  a  fad.  More  than  one 
thousand  were  attempted,  and  one  only  has  lived  s» 


70  IN  MEMORIAM 

"The  Philistine"  had  more  wit,  more  good-natured 
satire,  more  spirit,  more  virility,  than  all  the  big  maga 
zines  put  together. 

It  had  struck  an  entirely  new  note  in  current  literature. 
It  was  as  audacious  as  a  spring  breeze,  as  cocksure  of 
itself  as  a  college  graduate,  as  good-natured  beneath  its 
satire  and  wit  as  a  young  girl  at  her  first  party. 
I  could  not  believe  so  good  a  thing  could  last,  and  later 
I  learned  that  it  was  only  proposed  to  issue  a  number  or 
two — tenderly  but  surely  flay  a  few  Pharisees  of  letters 
— and  then  let  it  subside. 

But  so  great  was  the  interest  taken  by  those  who  were 
later  to  become  the  worldwide  Roycroft  family  that  its 
continuance  was  announced,  and  I  was  one  of  the 
earliest  subscribers. 

And  now  for  twenty  years  no  number  but  I  have  read, 
as  well  as  every  one  of  the  marvelous  "Little  Journeys," 
"  The  Fra,"  and  every  book  that  ever  came  from  this 
great  brain. 

A  year  later  I  met  the  man.  And  for  all  these  years, 
though  we  have  met  but  seldom,  the  wonderful  strength 
of  mind  and  heart  and  body  of  Elbert  Hubbard  has  been 
to  me  an  inspiration. 

His  capacity  for  work  was  almost  my  chiefest  delight 
in  him.  If  he  ever  knew  fatigue  no  one  else  knew  that 
he  knew  it.  He  relaxed  at  times,  but  it  was  like  the 


IN  MEMORIAM  71 

stretching  of  a  great  lion — simply  getting  the  limbs  in 
position  for  a  more  fierce  attack.  I  can  imagine  that  in 
the  Roy  croft  shops  there  were  no  shirkers.  With  such 
an  example  before  them  men  could  not  be  idle  $•»  Men 
have  told  me  that  Elbert  Hubbard  had  his  faults.  Thank 
God  !  What  a  drab  world  this  would  be  if  men  were 
perfect !  It  would  abolish  Christianity,  and  make  virtue 
a  drug  in  the  market.  Only  by  striving  can  an  ideal  be 
reached,  and  once  it  is  reached  the  work  of  life  is  ended, 
d  I  am  told  that  Elbert  Hubbard  sat  at  meat  with 
publicans  and  sinners.  And  I  know  of  Another  One  who 
did  the  same  thing.  And  for  it  men  reviled  Him  and  at 
last  crucified  Him. 

I  have  heard  that  Elbert  Hubbard  took  the  woman  who 
had  known  sin  and  gave  her  his  hand,  and  a  word  of 
cheer,  and  a  place  to  work  and  forget,  and  a  way  to  walk 
by  which  she  could  come  back  to  her  womanhood.  And 
that  Other  One  did  the  same  thing,  and  let  one  of  the 
lost  bathe  his  feet,  and  wipe  them  with  her  hair,  and 
He  went  to  the  Cross.  But  the  Man  of  Sorrows  never 
complained,  not  even  when  the  five  wounds  were 
sucking  out  his  life's  blood;  and  Elbert  Hubbard 
laughed  at  what  the  Pharisees  said  and  went  his  way 
rejoicing  so»  s+ 

I  know  that  men  with  the  prison  pallor  came  to  him  and 
told  their  story  and  their  need,  and  this  man  opened 


72  IN  MEMORIAM 

the  door  of  hope  and  walked  part  way  with  these  con 
demned  ones  toward  a  new  life,  and  other  men  con 
demned  him.  But  these  other  men  were  not  worthy  to 
unloose  the  latchets  of  his  shoes. 

It  was  the  Man  of  Sorrows  who  said  to  one  of  these 
malefactors,  "  This  night  shalt  thou  be  with  me  in 
Paradise."  And  the  weak  world  asks  us  to  accept  the 
Man  of  Galilee  and  then  sneers  when  we  try  to  follow 
Him  s>*  £•» 

It  has  been  said  that  Hubbard  took  other  men's  thoughts 
and  rewrote  them.  I  do  not  doubt  it  in  the  least.  But  I 
have  never  been  able  to  find  a  writer  or  a  public  speaker 
who  did  not  do  the  same  thing. 

And  with  Holmes  let  us  say,  "  'T  is  his  at  last  who  says 
best." 

The  paper-capped  workman  in  Amsterdam  takes  a  dull 
stone  and  works  with  it  at  his  wheel  until  thirty-two  or 
sixty-four  gleaming  facets  make  it  a  gem  fit  for  a 
queen's  throat.  And  so  the  real  thinker  takes  the  dull 
pebble  thoughtlessly  thrown  by  the  poor  workman  on 
the  printed  page,  and  makes  it  sparkle  as  a  royal  gem. 
C.  There  was  one  over  at  Stratford,  known  upon  a  time 
as  Will  Shakespeare,  who  was  a  master  mind  at  steal 
ing  (if  you  prefer  the  word)  the  thoughts  of  other  men  ; 
but  those  other  men  are  unnamed  and  unknown  today, 
and  the  gentle  Will  is  still  the  Best  Seller  in  all  languages 


IN  MEMORIAM  73 

and  among  all  peoples  !  d,  I  have  no  grievance  against 
that  man  who  takes  my  old  lamps  and  gives  me  new 
ones  in  exchange  for  them,  especially  when  my  lamps 
were  of  the  old-time  oil  style  and  the  new  ones  are 
electric  *•»  &+> 

If  the  readers  of  "The  Philistine"  were  as  familiar  as 
myself  with  the  public  speech  of  many  men  (through 
my  nearly  forty  years'  work  as  a  lecturer  in  the  Lyceum 
and  the  Chautauquas),  they  would  be  surprised  at  the 
amount  of  matter  used  in  lecture,  sermon  and  address 
that  was  originally  coined  by  Elbert  Hubbard. 
I  know  that  I  seldom  make  an  address  that  a  Hubbard- 
ism  does  not  come  as  naturally  into  my  thought  as  the 
"  Ladies  and  Gentlemen  "  with  which  I  begin  my 
speech  &+>  *<* 

I  doubt  if  any  writer  of  any  time  has  so  enriched 
literature  and  speech  with  gems  of  fancy  and  of  direct 
appeal  as  has  this  man  asleep  where  the  waves  chant 
his  requiem. 

Much  of  Hubbard's  work  was  necessarily  ephemeral. 
But  a  wonderfully  great  part  of  it  will  live  forever  $+> 
The  world  will  never  let  go  of  the  lesson  taught  in 
"A  Message  to  Garcia." 

"  White  Hyacinths  "  has  strengthened  love  in  thou 
sands  of  homes. 
His  business  talks  kave  increased  the  nation's  wealth 


74  IN  MEMORIAM 

through  giving  men  the  knowledge  of  doing  better 
work,  and  increasing  the  output.  His  clear  brain  took 
the  toil  out  of  work  and  business  management  and 
made  both  a  joy  and  a  delight,  d  And  the  man  who 
works  as  one  who  knows  he  is  doing  good  work  soon 
does  more  work,  and  that  means  more  wealth. 
Above  all  the  varied  output  of  this  stilled  brain  I 
believe  the  worthiest  was  the  "  Little  Journeys."  I 
have  them  all,  and  a  library  of  one  hundred  times  the 
volume  could  not  give  me  the  knowledge  of  these  great 
men  and  women  that  the  monographs  of  the  "Journeys" 
have  given  me  &*  $+ 

They  were  audacious,  witty,  informative,  pathetic,  at 
times  really  impudent.  Why,  there  are  "  Journeys  " 
purporting  to  tell  of  a  great  man  that  are  nothing  in  the 
world  but  the  story  of  Elbert  Hubbard. 
Take  his  Lincoln,  for  instance.  You  read  page  after  page 
about  Elbert  Hubbard,  and  all  at  once  he  seems  to 
remember  that  he  started  to  write  about  Lincoln,  and 
slips  in  a  paragraph  or  two.  Then  some  more  Hubbard, 
and  then  back  to  the  Emancipator.  It  is  delightfully 
inconsistent,  and  really  somewhat  impudent  ;  but  hear 
me,  when  you  have  finished  those  few  pages  you  know 
Lincoln,  the  man,  better  than  you  ever  knew  him 
before,  and  better  than  you  can  know  him  if  you  memo 
rize  the  big  life  of  Lincoln  by  Nicolay  and  Hay  &+  «•» 


IN  MEMORIAM  75 

And  so  in  all  the  "  Journeys,"  this  wonderful  brain 
caught  only  the  salient  things,  the  needed  things,  the 
life  and  work  of  the  man  or  the  woman,  and  in  a  mono 
graph  of  a  dozen  pages  he  put  what  other  men  would 
require  two  volumes  to  tell.  And  the  two  volumes  would 
forget  to  put  in  the  soul  of  the  man  written  of,  and  this 
was  what  Hubbard  never  forgot.  At  the  end  of  the 
"  Little  Journeys  "  you  know  the  real  man  or  woman — 
soul,  brain  and  body — as  well  as  about  the  little  things 
that  made  up  his  or  her  life. 

And  so  these  "  Journeys  "  are  to  be  the  literary  monu 
ment  of  Elbert  Hubbard,  and  I  doubt  not  the  day  will 
soon  come  when  they  will  be  as  universally  used  as 
textbooks  in  our  schools  as  are  the  speller  and  the 
geography  A«»  s«» 

But  the  life  of  labor  is  ended.  The  skies  were  so  fair, 
the  future  was  so  bright,  but  the  end  must  come  £•» 
I  shall  not  think  of  it  as  a  tragedy.  I  have  said  that 
Elbert  Hubbard  was  a  man,  plus.  A  man  who  has  lived 
well  can  always  die  well.  The  man  who  has  not  feared 
life,  but  met  its  every  demand  with  a  smile,  who  has 
known  want  and  bitter  toil,  yet  laughed  and  sang  as 
cheerily  as  when  wealth  and  fame  and  honor  found  him, 
will  not  fear  death. 

And  then  he  was  not  alone.  The  woman  whose  pen  was 
as  ready  as  his  own  to  plead  for  the  betterment  of  the 


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world  of  men  and  women,  and  who  had  been  his 
companion  in  work  and  play  for  years,  was  beside  him 
at  the  last. 

And  when  it  was  seen  that  there  was  no  hope  of  life,  I 
am  going  to  feel  that  Elbert  and  Alice  Hubbard,  smiling 
as  on  the  little  journeys  they  had  been  wont  to  take 
together  about  East  Aurora,  went  smiling  to  see  what 
the  Great  Adventure  might  be. 

And  as  they  journey  on  the  quest,  unafraid,  content, 
may  the  gods  on  that  wonderful  highway  be  good  to 
them,  for  they  were  good  to  us  ;  and  if  tears  and  love 
can  help  them  as  they  fare  farther  and  farther  into  the 
Silence,  they  have  them  in  abundance  out  of  the  grate 
ful  memories  of  those  to  whom  these  lives  were  a 
blessing  and  a  benediction. 
Hamilton,  Ohio  Lou  J.  Beauchamp. 

SLICE  and  Elbert  Hubbard  were  two  of  the  bright 
est  and  most  beautiful  characters  that  blessed 
this  world  of  ours.  While  we  mourn  the  great  loss — the 
irreparable  loss — we  can  feel  a  deep  pride  and  thank 
fulness  for  the  great  good  they  have  both  done  and  the 
lasting  examples  of  their  greatness  and  goodness  which 
they  have  fortunately  left  in  their  writings,  as  a  rich 
inheritance  for  future  generations. 
Boston,  MaS5.  Stephen  E.  Barton. 


IN  MEMORIAM  77 

HERE  are  four  grades  of  people  from  the 

viewpoint  of  efficiency. 

First,  the  Indifferent. 

Second,  the  Student. 
Third,  the  Adept. 
Fourth,  the  Master. 

Elbert  Hubbard  was  a  master  in  his  chosen  kind  of 
work:  a  Master  Philosopher,  a  Master  Writer,  a  Master 
Advertising  Man,  a  Master  Salesman. 
There    are    four    grades    of    intelligence :    Ignorance, 
Knowledge,  Learning  and  Wisdom. 
Elbert  Hubbard  was  a  man  of  Wisdom. 
There  are  four  grades  of  people  from  the  viewpoint  of 
mental  vision: 

The  man  who  looks  no  further  ahead  than  the  present 
is  mentally  blind. 

The  one  who  plans  for  a  year  is  a  General. 
The  one  who  plans  for  a  lifetime  is  a  Genius. 
The  one  who  plans  for  generations  yet  to  be  is  a  Seer— 
a  Prophet. 

Hubbard  was  a  Seer — he  was  one  of  the  Prophets  of 
his  time. 

There  are  two  planes  of  human  consciousness:    Self 
and.  the  Universal. 

Hubbard  was  on  the  upper  deck — the  universal,  the 
cosmic  o+  a** 


78  IN  MEMORIAM 

Big  in  body;  big  in  brain;  big  in  emotion;  big  in  will; 
and  that  is  what  makes  the  big  all-around  man. 
When  the  "  Lusitania  "  was  torpedoed  and  Hubbard 
sank  into  the  sea,  the  light  of  a  literary  and  philosophical 
genius  was  extinguished.  No  ;  that  is  not  true.  His  light 
is  not  gone  out;  it  still  shines  and  will  continue  to 
radiate  the  light  of  wisdom  for  generations  yet  to  be. 
Elbert  Hubbard  and  Alice  Hubbard  are  not  dead. 
d,  Though  their  bodies  be  made  food  for  fishes,  their 
minds  will  live  through  the  books  which  they  have 
written  and  the  deeds  which  they  have  done  s^  They 
have  earned  their  rest,  and  the  verdict  of  the  many  is, 
"Well  done!"  *»  *» 

Area,  III.  A.  F.  Sheldon. 

I  AM  one  of  those  who  learned  to  love  Elbert 
Hubbard  through  knowing  him  and  reading  him. 
€1  I  am  proud  to  say  that  James  Whitcomb  Riley  has 
written  me  the  following  lines:  "  Hubbard' s  was  a 
mountain  spirit,  free,  strong  and  utterly  untrammeled 
in  this  very  complicated  world  of  ours.  We  can  ill  afford 
to  lose  his  voice." 
And  Riley  is  right ! 

And  I  belong  to  that  goodly  portion  of  the  world  that  is 
deeply  interested  in  The  Roycrofters. 
Highland,  Kansa,  Warren  Kitzmiller. 


IN  MEMORIAM  79 

iW^HEREAS,  In  the  unspeakable  disaster  which 
Vlx  overtook  the  "  Lusitania,"  Elbert  Hubbard,  a 
friend  and  fellow  Jovian,  has  been  taken  from  us,  and 
Whereas,  By  his  untimely  end,  not  only  the  electrical 
fraternity,  but  the  whole  country  suffers  the  loss  of  one 
who  has  enriched  its  literature,  encouraged  its  arts,  and 
exalted  the  place  of  electricity  in  the  world's  work,  and 
Whereas,  We  ourselves  no  longer  will  enjoy  the  match 
less  wit  and  good  counsel  which  he  freely  gave  us,  now, 
therefore,  be  it 

Resolved,  That  we,  the  "  Chicago  Jovian  League," 
record  our  heartfelt  sympathy  for  the  loss  of  our  well- 
beloved  friend,  "  Fra  Elbertus,"  and 
Resolved,  That  a  copy  of  this  Resolution  be  engrossed 
and  presented  to  the  members  of  his  family  who  sur 
vive  him  £•»  $9> 

Frederic  P.  Vose, 

Chicago,  111.  John  G.  Learned, 

M°v  10,  i9is  George  R.  Jones, 

Committee. 

THAVE  never  been  to  your  wonderful  country, 
nor  have  I  seen  Elbert  Hubbard  over  here,  but 
for  years  past  I  have  read  with  great  delight  so  much 
that  he  has  written  that  it  is  as  though  one  knew  him 
intimately. 

Editor  "Engineering  Notes"  rr  T     »,»       »_ 

London,  England  Henry  J.  Morden. 


80  IN  MEMORIAM 

"^"W"*  "^T  is  my  belief  that  Elbert  and  Alice  Hubbard 
have  only  begun  their  great  career.  Is 
Lincoln  dead?  Are  Robert  and  Elizabeth 
^**""^^"*^  Browning  dead?  They  represent  immortality 
such  as  only  work  and  achievement  of  the  world's 
master  minds  can,  and,  as  the  succeeding  years  roll  on, 
what  they  lived  for,  what  they  struggled  for,  what  they 
accomplished,  takes  on  greater  life,  renewed  activity, 
until  erelong  the  world  accepts  them  as  the  perfected 
great  teachers  of  mankind — the  unit  of  the  Divine.  The 
Master  of  Nazareth  attained  immortality,  not  of  the 
discarded  earthly  physical  body,  but  the  immortality 
of  the  Divine  elements  toward  which  this  short  experi 
ence  is  but  a  step  by  which  we  are  able  to  gain  an  added 
atom.  And  so  Elbert  and  Alice  Hubbard — the  immortal 
—are  ever  present,  active,  alive  and  potent  for  good. 
They  would  regret  our  bowing  our  heads  in  sorrow 
because  their  physical  identity  is  lost.  Let  us  rejoice  in 
a  keener  appreciation  of  their  worth  which  must  be  felt 
in  the  evolution  of  mankind;  and  in  the  hours  of  un 
certainty  we  shall  find  in  them  a  guiding  light,  and  in 
their  work  a  book  of  reference  to  illumine  our  path. 

Los  Angeles,  Cal. 

Get  your  happiness  out  of  your  work  or  you  will 
never  know  what  happiness  is. 


IN  MEMORIAM  81 

*T  the  weekly  meeting  of  the  Fort  Worth 
(Texas)  Advertising  Men's  Club,  Wednes 
day,  May  Twelfth,  Nineteen  Hundred 
Fifteen,  sorrow  and  regret  were  expressed 
at  the  untimely  death  of  Elbert  Hubbard,  of  East 
Aurora,  New  York,  and  the  committee  then  appointed 
to  draft  resolutions  to  suitably  express  the  sentiments 
of  the  Club,  submits  the  following: 
Whereas :  Elbert  Hubbard  was  an  author  and  writer  of 
international  fame;  a  student  of  Nature;  a  lover  of 
mankind;  a  genius  in  original  thought;  an  educator  of 
the  highest  order;  an  inspirer  to  grander  and  nobler 
things ;  a  star  of  the  first  magnitude  in  the  advertising 
field,  and 

Whereas:  He  honored  this  Club  by  accepting  an  invi 
tation  to  share  its  hospitality,  and  further  contributed 
most  generously  to  its  edification,  by  one  of  his  instruct 
ive  talks  on  Optimism  and  Advertising,  and 
Whereas:  Elbert  Hubbard  was  elected,  then  and  there, 
by  a  unanimous  vote,  to  a  life  membership  in  the  Fort 
Worth  Advertising  Men's  Club,  and 
Whereas:  Death  has  brought  the  plans  of  a  long  and 
useful  life  to  an  untimely  end,  and  robbed  Home,  Nation 
and  Mankind  of  a  Spartan  among  men,  therefore  be  it 
Resolved:  That  the  Fort  Worth  Advertising  Men's  Club 
do  honor,  and  show  respect  to  the  memory  of  its 


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IN  MEMORIAM 


distinguished  member  by  rising,  and  remain  standing 

during   the   reading   of   these   resolutions,    and   be   it 

further 

Resolved:  That  this  Club  express  its  realization  of  the 

irreparable  loss  to  itself  and  to  all  mankind  in  being 

robbed  of  a  "  Man  among  men" ;  who  gave  to  the  world 

more   than   he    claimed   for   himself;   bestowing   high 

and  noble  aspirations  upon  his  fellowmen,  love  upon 

children,  and  kindness  upon  animal  life,  and  had  thus 

attained  the  pinnacle  of  unqualified  success;  and  be  it 

further 

Resolved:  That  a  copy  of  these  Resolutions  be  spread 

upon  the  minutes  of  the  Club,  a  copy  be  sent  to  the 

sorrowing  home  at  East  Aurora,  New  York,  and  copies 

be  given  to  the  press. 

T.  J.  Williams, 
C.  A.  Gilliam, 

Fort  Worth  Advertising  Men's  Club  LeWlS  H.   Tandy, 


Fort  Worth,  Texas 


Committee. 


The  big  reward  is  not  for  the  man 
who  will  lighten  our  burdens,  but 
for  him  rather  who  will  give  us 
strength  to  carry  them  &*  &+  s+ 


HUBBARD 

INTO  the  sea's  soft  arms 
Thy  peerless  form  hath  passed; 
Imbedded  in  the  deep 
Thy  rest  is  sweet  at  last. 

Thy  trustful  soul  serene 

Knew  naught  of  fear  nor  frown ; 

The  soothing  swoon  of  sleep 
Hath  won  thee  fame's  renown. 

So  strong  through  still  and  storm; 

Thy  part  the  hero's  part: 
All  honor  now  is  thine ; 

Immortal  now  thou  art. 
Reading,  Pa.  Nathaniel  Ferguson. 


HE  best  thing  about  Elbert  Hubbard 
was  what  one  may  call  the  "  play 
boy  "  quality.  He  was  good  fun.  He 
added  to  the  gaiety  of  nations — at 
all  events,  to  the  gaiety  of  the 
American  nation,  the  only  nation 
that  could  have  produced  him,  or 
could  understand  him  «•»  s«» 

On  a  bed-rock  of  shrewd  Yankee  farmer  was  super 
imposed  a  composite, rather  than  a  complex,  personality. 
He  was  inhabited  by  many  co-operating  opposite  s— 
that,  as  was  natural,  never  quite  blended,  to  the  outside 
observer,  at  all  events,  in  one  consistent  whole.  His 
methods,  mannerisms,  attitudes  and  activities  derived 
from  many  traditional  American  strains.  There  was  in 
him  something  of  a  Methodist  preacher,  something  of 
an  Ingersoll  freethinker,  much  of  the  old-time  itinerant 
printer  and  journalist,  with  a  hankering  after  scholar 
ship  and  a  turn  for  philosophy,  a  little  of  the  strolling 
player,  something  of  the  cowboy,  and  very  much  of  the 
old-fashioned  medicine -man. 

Perhaps  he  genuinely  believed  himself  to  be  something 
of  a  prophet.  At  all  events,  whatever  else  he  believed, 
he  made  a  good  showing  of  believing  in  himself — 
though  I  am  inclined  to  think  that  that  belief  included 
more  of  a  saving  grace  of  humility  in  it  than  his 
dramatic  egoism  made  appear  :  an  egoism  mercifully 
tempered  with  humor,  always  modified  by  a  private 
wink  for  his  friends.  His  role  was  that  of  the  great  man 


86  IN  MEMORIAM 

— a  role  more  or  less  forced  upon  him  by  followers,  for 
whose  sake  he  had  to  live  up. 

Those  followers  were  somewhat  heterogeneous — he 
had  a  private  humorous  eye  on  them,  too — and,  on  the 
whole,  I  feel  that  he  deserved  a  better  brand  of  disciple. 
He  had  it  in  him  to  command  an  audience  more  fit  than 
he  achieved,  but  his  catholic  empiricism  attracted  an 
unfair  percentage  of  the  half-baked  and  the  hysterical. 
He  was  too  hospitable  to  cheap  heresies,  and  his  own 
central  good  sense  was  obscured  by  a  cloud  of  witness 
ing  cranks,  faddists  and  quack-salvers. 
While  one  admires  his  capacity  for  going  his  own  way, 
in  defiance  of  the  scoffer,  it  would  have  done  him  no 
harm  sometimes  to  heed  his  critics,  some  of  whom  had  a 
genuine  affection  for  him,  and  were  anxious  to  keep  him 
in  the  paths  of  his  earlier  ideals. 

He  saw  too  many  half  and  quarter  truths,  and  truths 
that  were  but  a  tenth  part  true,  and  his  mistake  was  to 
endorse  them  all  as  of  equal  value.  His  wholesome  belief 
in  thrift  and  industry,  in  personal  push  and  efficiency, 
led  him  to  glorify  the  capacity  of  "  getting  there  "  at  all 
costs  ;  and  in  his  later  development,  I  am  afraid— 
though  I  should  prefer  to  think  myself  wrong — that  he 
had  come  too  much  to  estimate  success  by  the  cash- 
register  &+  s» 
Possibly  it  was  a  disgust  we  all  feel  at  the  frequent 


IN  MEMORIAM  87 

shiftlessness  and  shoddy  pretentiousness  of  "  labor  " 
that  led  him  to  celebrate  the  masterful  virtues  of 
capitalists — forgetful  of  the  fact  that  money  power  is 
mostly  stolen  power  :  every  dollar  in  whosoever's  hands 
representing  a  theft  of  strength — a  theft  of  the  worker's 
strength.  Perhaps  Hubbard  did  not  realize,  when  he 
preached  his  "  a  dollar  earned  "  doctrine,  that,  as 
society  is  at  present  constituted,  no  one  can  really  earn 
a  dollar — that,  in  fact,  there  is  no  such  thing  as  an 
11  honest  "  dollar. 

However,  Hubbard  is  not  the  only  successful  man  who 
has  grown  conservative  as  he  has  grown  older.  It  is  hard 
not  to.  Let  us  remember  other  things.  Let  us  remember 
how  well  he  could  write,  often  how  humanly  and  inspir- 
ingly.  He  had  a  gift  for  vivid  description  and  vigorous 
narrative.  He  had  wit  and  could  rise  to  eloquence.  It  is 
to  be  regretted  that  his  knack  in  the  use  of  racy  slang 
latterly  overgrew  the  better  qualities  of  his  style  ;  but, 
fortunately,  in  literature  the  good  remains,  and  some 
one  should  make  a  selection  of  hi,s  best  things.  It  would, 
I  think,  give  him  a  permanent  place  among  American 
essayists  and  humorists. 

Let  us  remember  what  a  magnetic  companion  he  was, 
always  full  of  fun,  and  ready  for  a  lark.  Let  us  remember 
how  refreshingly  picturesque  he  was  in  a  drab  world — a 
matter  for  no  little  gratitude  ;  and,  whatever  one  might 


88  IN  MEMORIAM 

find  to  criticize,  he  had  created  an  atmosphere  at 
"  Roycroft  "  which  had  no  little  romantic  charm.  He  had 
made  beautiful,  spacious  buildings — in  his  own  phrase 
he  had  "  built  strong  "—he  had  filled  them  with  beau 
tiful,  simple  furniture  ;  and  the  various  Roycroft  shops 
were  busy  turning  out  things  that,  at  all  events,  aimed 
at  beauty.  The  place,  one  felt,  was,  for  the  most  part, 
the  embodiment  of  a  fine  enthusiasm  for  a  Healthy, 
exhilarating  completeness  of  life,  in  which  work  and 
play,  talk  and  books,  outdoor  Nature  and  indoor  Art, 
made  a  full  day,  touched  somehow  to  fair  issues  and 
somewhere  in  it  the  music  of  a  dream. 
Not  least  in  my  memory  are  those  evenings  in  the 
"  Chapel,"  when  the  Fra  would  gather  us  around  him, 
and  talk  in  his  very  human  and  often  inspiring  way.  At 
his  worst,  he  could  always  make  us  laugh,  and  at  his 
best  he  could  soar  and  take  us  with  him,  for  he  had  a 
real  gift  of  oratory  ;  and  I  have  to  thank  him  for  some 
high  moments  in  the  Roycroft  Chapel. 
The  best  in  Elbert  Hubbard  came  out  then — one  grate 
fully  acknowledged  the  thrill  of  something  like  great 
ness  in  him  in  such  hours — and,  as  I  recall  them,  with  a 
wistfulness  made  the  more  poignant  by  the  thought  of 
his  tragic  fate,  I  realize  more  than  ever  what  a  real 
success  of  personality  was  his. 
To  have,  as  we  say,  "  put  over  "  on  us  his  personifica- 


IN  MEMORIAM  89 

tion  of  himself  as  "  the  Fra  "  was  no  small  triumph,  and 
was  more  significant  than  at  first  appears.  We  said 
"  the  Fra,"  or  "  Fra  Elbertus,"  much  as  we  used  to  say, 
"  the  Sage  of  Chelsea."  It  was  that  taking  himself  with, 
so  to  say,  humorous  seriousness  that  appealed  to  that 
very  quality  of  humorous  seriousness  in  the  American 
character.  So  with  his  other  whimsical  personifications 
— "  Ali  Baba,"  "  Felix,"  "  The  Illuminati,"  and  so 
on  :  there  was  a  charming  child's  play  in  it  all  that 
caught  the  innate  boyishness  of  the  American  fancy. 
But  a  man  must  be  of  a  certain  bigness  of  mold  to  carry 
others  with  him  in  such  little  jokes  with  himself,  to 
get  the  world  to  come  play  with  him  in  his  private 
fairyland  s^  So  I  end  as  I  began,  and  bring  my  little 
wreath  to  the  Play-Boy  of  East  Aurora. 
The  Fra  and  I  once  made  a  half-serious  compact  that, 
when  one  of  us  should  come  to  die,  the  other  should 
preach  his  funeral  sermon.  Alas!  dear  Fra,  and  alas! 
south  Norwaik,  Conn.  Richard  Le  Gdllienne. 

CHE  world  has  lost  a  great  man  and  many  of  us  a 
great  friend  by  his  untimely  end.  No  doubt  you 
will  have  hundreds  of  letters  from  England  condoling 
with  you,  but  bear  in  mind  that  hundreds  of  people  will 
grieve  besides  those  who  write. 

Hampstead,  London,  Eng.  Arthur  C.  Kelly. 


90  IN  MEMORIAM 

> 

LBERT  HUBBARD  was  one  of  the  first 
men  in  this  country  to  show  an  appreciation 
of  what  we  were  doing  for  the  children. 
He  wrote  about  it  so  generously.  We  knew 
we  did  n't  deserve  all  of  that  generous  kindness  that 
he  showed  every  one  who  was  doing  anything  worth 
while;  but  it  made  us  strive  to  be  worthy  of  the  esti 
mate  he  placed  upon  that  work. 

Our  principle  of  trusting  boys,  of  putting  responsi 
bility  upon  them,  sending  prisoners  alone  to  institutions 
(when  they  had  to  be  sent),  interested  him  tremen 
dously.  He  did  us  the  honor  to  mention  it  in  one  or  two 
of  his  lectures  and  several  times  in  his  writings.  It  not 
only  helped  the  work  here,  but  it  helped  it  every  where 
as  his  life  was  devoted  to  helping  all  good  things  s+ 
Elbert  was  certainly  a  genius.  There  is  no  one  to  take 
his  place  in  our  literature.  Like  the  great  man  that  he 
was  and  is,  he  will  be  even  better  appreciated  a  hundred 
years  from  now. 

Like  others,  I  have  sent  out  thousands  of  copies  of  his 
"  Message  to  Garcia."  His  life  was  full  of  just  such 
inspirational  writings — the  sort  that  helped  men  in  all 
stations  of  life,  from  the  railroad  president  to  the  office 
boy,  from  the  Supreme  Court  judge  to  the  constable.  He 
taught  us  to  rely  upon  ourselves  ;  to  have  faith  in  one 
another.  He  was  a  real  Christian  ;  a  courageous  man, 


IN  MEMORIAM  91 

willing  to  suffer  for  his  ideas  ;  he  taught  us  to  despise 
the  sham  and  hypocrisy  in  some  of  our  institutions,  but 
he  had  nothing  against  the  institutions  themselves 
when  they  stood  for  what  they  pretended  to  stand  for. 
C[  Like  all  great  men  he  was  misunderstood,  maligned 
and  ridiculed  by  some  ;  but  I  doubt  if  there  were  any 
who  did  not  admire  his  real  genius,  his  ability,  his  love 
for  truth,  and  his  wonderful  skill  in  unmasking  pre 
tense  .•»•»  £•» 

I  followed  him  in  "  The  Philistine,"  "  The  Fra  "  and  his 
"Little  Journeys"  for  more  than  a  decade.  I  am  better 
for  it — as  thousands  of  others  are.  If  I  have  succeeded 
in  doing  anything  worth  while  he  is  certainly  one  of 
the  men  to  whom  I  am  indebted  &+•  I  loved  Elbert 
Hubbard  for  the  good  that  was  in  him  and  the  good 
that  he  did.  He  was  a  lovable,  kindly,  companionable 
man.  It  was  my  privilege  to  have  a  number  of  interest 
ing  visits  with  him  in  recent  years.  He  loved  all  men 
—  and  of  course  that  means  women  and  children  as 
well.  He  only  hated  the  things  that  he  considered  bad. 

Judge  Juvenile  Court  n         r> 

Denver,  Col.  Ben  B. 

The  truth  is  that  in  human  service  there  is  no 
low  or  high  degree ;  the  woman  who  scrubs  is 
as  worthy  of  respect  as  the  man  who  preaches. 


92  IN  MEMORIAM 

XT  is   a  noble  custom  to  speak  well  of  the 
dead.  But  even  if  it  were  not  the  custom, 
one   could  not   speak  otherwise  of  Elbert 
Hubbard.  In  the  passing  of  Elbert  Hubbard, 
the  young  men  and  women  of  this  country  have  lost  a 
friend.  His  great  contribution  was  the  power  to  arouse 
persons  from  slumber  and  inspire  them  to  think,  to 
work,  to  live!  He  knocked  at  the  bedchamber  of  man 
kind  and  shouted,  "  Wake  up!  "  And  I  know  more  than 
one  person  who  dates  his  first  awakening  to  the  cries 
of  Elbert  Hubbard. 

In  economic  doctrine  he  seemed  to  lean  toward 
capitalism,  and  such  writings  of  his  as  the  laudation  of 
the  Standard  Oil  Company  were  a  far  departure  from 
his  character  as  sham-smasher.  Since  Ingersoll  he  was 
the  severest  critic  of  orthodox  Christianity  ;  and  if  we 
profit  by  criticism,  it  is  fair  to  believe  that  the  Church 
has  profited  by  his  onslaughts. 

Aside  from  all  that  may  be  said  of  him  in  the  way  of 
adverse  criticism,  he  was  a  tremendous  power  in  this 
country,  an  extremely  fascinating  writer  with  a  style  all 
his  own,  a  lover  and  encourager  of  youth,  in  the  main  a 
follower  of  truth,  and  though  it  may  not  be  a  great  virtue, 
he  was  a  first-rate  businessman. 

Personally,  I  am  grateful  to  him.  He  always  spoke  a 
good  word  of  my  humble  efforts.  The  last  letter  I  had 


IN  MEMORIAM  93 

from  him  was  dated  April  Third,  Nineteen  Hundred 
Fifteen,  but  a  little  over  a  month  before  he  went  down 
to  his  death.  I  had  sent  him  a  copy  of  my  last  book,  and 
he  closed  his  letter  with  these  generous  words  :  "  I  am 
reading  it  with  pleasure  and  profit.  You  have  certainly 
given  a  most  delightful  presentation  of  a  great  theme.  I 
congratulate  you  and  everybody.  So  here  is  a  hand- 
grasp  and  I  am  ever  your  sincere — Elbert  Hubbard."  $+> 
The  congested  emotion  in  the  breast  of  the  American 
people  at  the  murder  of  this  great  man  and  all  the 
others  aboard  the  ill-fated  "  Lusitania  "  is  like  to  break 
out  in  some  unfortunate  way.  The  sinking  of  this  ship 
is  buf  one  of  the  effects  of  the  mad-dog  age  of  the 
world.  Let  us  bear  our  grief  and  horror;  and  if  we  can 
not  appease  the  dog,  let  us  be  silent. 

Terre  Haute,  Ind.  Max  Ehrmann. 

I  HAVE  personally  known  Elbert  Hubbard  ever 
since  I  was  a  mere  boy.  On  numerous  occasions 
I  have  been  his  guest,  and  many  have  been  the  heart- 
to-heart  talks  we  have  had.  I  stayed  with  him  through 
out  the  month  of  January  last,  and  I  may  say  that  I 
know  him  real  well.  He  was  my  friend  and  I  was  his  friend. 
€1  Elbert  Hubbard  was  not  perfect;  but  he  was  a  Man. 
In  his  passing  America  has  suffered  a  big  loss. 

Glens  Falls,  N.  Y.  Samuel  Banks, 


94  IN  MEMORIAM 

'LTHOUGH  your  distinguished  father  has 
passed  out,  he  is  not  dead;  for  his  name 
will  live  on  and  on  in  history  as  one  who  has 
benefited  his  generation  and  many  more 

generations  to  come. 

If  it  were  possible  I  would  gladly  share  with  you  a  part 

of  this  great  sorrow  that  has  fallen  so  heavily  on  your 

heart  £^  &+• 

As  the  months  come  and  go  I  will  wait  in  vain  for  the 

coming  of  his  strengthening  words  that  have  done  so 

much  to  influence  my  life.  What  he  did  for  me  he  did 

for  thousands  of  others. 

It  is  not  possible  for  me  to  express  in  words  the  sorrow 

that  I  feel  at  this  time. 

Elbert  Hubbard  was  the  greatest  writer  of  his  time.  In 

sorrow  I  subscribe  my  name  as  one  who  will  always 

revere  his  memory. 

Beeville,  Texas  J-  C.  BUTTOWS. 

HATE  ordained  Hubbard  to  fall,  but  he  did  not  fall 
alone.  His  incomparable  companion  fell  with  him, 
the  woman  to  whom  he  dedicated  one  of  his  books,  one 
of  the  greatest  books  ever  written,  praising  women  that 
are  the  happiness  of  a  home  —  an  inexhaustible  spring 
where  man  finds  energy  to  win  in  life. 

"El  Moderado"  ** 

Matanzas,  Cuba  M. 


IN  MEMORIAM  95 

©LBERT  HUBBARD  seemed  a  man  endowed  with 
real  genius,  and  as  one  always  whimsically  and 
humorously  aware  of  it,  so  that  it  was  a  continual  joy  for 
him  to  labor  and  accomplish  things.  Usually  his  industry 
coupled  with  his  versatility  seemed  to  be  that  of  one 
utterly  delighted  with  his  work,  with  never  a  question 
as  to  its  fine  result.  Taken  all  in  all  his  was  a  daring, 
gallant  spirit;  and  though  the  world  was  his  serious 
sphere,  still  he  felt  it  with  the  fervor  born  of  a  joyous 
nature  B+  s+ 
Indianapolis,  Indiana  James  Whitcomb  Riley. 


I  FEEL  sure  Mr.  Hubbard  will  live  in  American 
history   as   the   greatest    philosopher    we    have 
ever  produced  s>+  />•» 

He  has  opened  the  Light  of  Reason  to  thousands  upon 
thousands  of  hungry  souls,  and  I  bless  him  for  all  he 
has  done  and  will  continue  to  do  for  me  and  mine  s» 
Wallace,  Idaho  Daisic  Woods  Allen. 

I  HAVE  read  everything  that  I  could  lay  my  hands 
on  of  Mr.  Hubbard's  writings,  and  I  desire  to  say 
in  all  sincerity  that  there  has  not  been  an  American 
writer  who  has  influenced  me  more  than  he  has  done. 

Toronto,  Canada  William 


96  IN  MEMORIAM 

X  LOVED  Elbert  Hubbard  with  all  my  heart.  I 
first  met  him  twenty  years  ago  and  have  read 
with  much  interest  and  profit  everything  he  wrote.  He 
made  me  "  think,"  and  he  taught  me  to  love  my  fellow- 
man  and  the  "Great  Out-of-Doors."  In  turn  I  tried  in 
my  humble  way  to  spread  his  gospel  of  love,  labor, 
laughter  and  smiles  by  doing  just  those  things.  He 
builded  better  than  he  knew,  and  while  his  voice  is  now 
stilled  and  his  presence  no  more  mingles  among  us,  his 
works  will  live  as  long  as  mankind  exists.  To  the  names 
of  all  great  men  who  have  lived  their  lives  and  died  to 
the  end  that  the  world  would  be  better  by  their  living 
must  now  be  added  the  name  of  Elbert  Hubbard. 
The  Great  Natural  Force  who  doeth  all  things  well  saw 
fit  to  take  with  this  man  his  beloved  wife,  Alice  Hub 
bard.  They  both  labored  for  the  betterment  of  human 
ity,  and  their  works  will  enlighten  and  enrich  untold 
millions  for  ages  to  come. 

,  Fia.  Frank  H.  Henning. 


Idleness  is  the  only  real  sin.  A  black 
smith  singing  at  his  forge,  sparks 
aflying,  anvil  ringing,  the  man  material 
izing  an  idea  —  what  is  finer !  $+  &+ 


ELBERT  HUBBARD 

sweet  peaceful  blue  of  the  ocean  deep 
Has  smothered  his  flesh  in  eternal  sleep  ; 
Yes,  sleep  for  the  body,  God  willed  it  so  ; 
God  wanted  a  careless  world  to  know 
That  here  was  a  man  with  brain  and  soul 
Who  gazed  at  one  star,  a  wonderful  goal, 
With  an  uplifting  word  and  sentence  to  cheer 
To  the  end  of  his  world  on  wave's  bottomless  bier. 
That  star  was  humanity,  listless  and  bold, 
Critical,  fickle,  mischievous  and  cold. 
He  talked  to  that  star  and  plead  with  that  star, 
"  Oh,  people,  I  wonder  just  how  you  are. 
I  want  to  help  you,  to  let  you  come  in 
On  the  true  art  of  living,  I  want  you  to  win. 
I  do  want  to  tell  you  that  work  is  the  thing 
That  keeps  men  from  worry,  from  misery's  sling; 
That  business  and  love  should  go  hand  in  hand 
To  breed  everlasting  peace  in  our  land. 
I  'd  have  you  be  honest  and  healthy  and  clean, 
Live  right  and  do  right,  despising  what  's  mean." 
God  wanted  the  world  to  know  of  the  worth 
Of  this  heroic  man,  his  high  breeding  and  birth, 
And  methinks  that  his  sayings  and  rich,  wise  quips 
Will  re-echo  for  all  time  from  ears  and  lips  ; 
And  humanity,  that  star  that  he  loved  so  well, 
Will  revere  him,  this  true  man,  as  ages  swell. 

Denver,  Col  Elliott  F.  Head. 


[HOSE  torpedoes  which  crowned 
Teutonic  savagery  by  sinking  a 
Lusitania-load  of  women,  children 
and  peaceful  men  took  from  this 
stage  of  being  one  I  am  glad  and 
proud  to  have  known  well — Elbert 
Hubbard,  Philistine  and  Fra. 
In  the  years  of  our  friendliness,  he  showed  me  much  of 
his  true  self,  and  because  it  was  a  fine  and  kind  self 
that  thrived  to  unusual  symmetry  in  many  ways,  there 
is  joy  in  giving  to  this  May  morning  which  domes  his 
sleep  a  few  thoughts  for  remembrance. 
I  never  heard  him  speak  unkindly  of  any  one,  or  harshly 
to  any  one. 

His  pen,  always  vital  and  at  times  a  poignard  dipped  in 
acid,  left  no  wounds  upon  the  defenseless. 
When  it  flew  wild  at  thought  of  the  misery  and  wrongs 
born  of  what  he  called  "  pretended  authority,"  the  arm 
that  wielded  it  was  one  of  conviction,  and  if  it  spelled 
sentiments  that  pained  or  angered,  where  is  the  tongue 
which  has  not  at  some  time,  in  some  way,  done  likewise! 
I  deplored,  and  still  do,  the  way  it  toyed  sarcastically 
with  certain  deep-rooted  customs  of  belief,  yet  I 
gloried,  and  always  shall,  in  its  ceaseless  flashing 
against  Fear. 

As  a  Philistine  he  battled  hard  against  the  things  he 
thought  were  endangering  the  welfare  and  happiness 
of  the  people. 
As  Fra  he  fought  for  those  he  thought  would  help  bring. 


100  IN  MEMORIAM 

more  health  and  justice.  C  When  he  misjudged  as  to 
one  or  the  other,  was  he  different  from  you  or  me  ?  a+ 
He  was  misjudged  more  than  he  misjudged. 
Because  his  personal  conception  of  one  of  the  major 
relations  of  life  differed  from  what  yours  or  mine  may 
be,  he  was  scorned  by  many.  Yet  which  of  us  can  judge 
in  this  matter?  €[  Let  who  will  cast  stones. 
As  for  us,  let  us  tear  out  that  page  and  banish  it  to  the 
fires  of  forgetfulness. 

Let  us  turn  to  the  boyish  man  whose  aim  was,  "  Do  the 
best  you  can,  and  be  kind." 

Let  us  turn  to  the  man  whose  creed  was  this  :  "I 
believe  that  no  one  can  harm  us  but  ourselves,  that  sin 
is  misdirected  energy,  that  there  is  no  devil  but  fear, 
and  that  the  universe  is  planned  for  good.  I  believe  that 
work  is  a  blessing,  that  Winter  is  as  necessary  as 
Summer,  that  night  is  as  useful  as  day,  that  death  is  a 
manifestation  of  life,  and  just  as  good.  I  believe  in  the 
Now  and  Here.  I  believe  in  you  and  I  believe  in  a 
Power  that  is  in  ourselves  that  makes  for  righteous 
ness."  s»  r<«* 

Let  us  remember,  with  thanksgiving,  the  farm-boy  who 
released  the  gold  of  Emerson  from  the  mental  safe- 
deposit  boxes  of  highbrows  and,  more  than  any  one  else, 
made  it  coin  current  among  the  minds  of  the  mass. 
This  alone  is  a  monument.  Elbert  Hubbard  did  more 


IN  MEMORIAM  101 

than  this.  €[  He  made  people  Think  &*  His  pen  was 
plowshare  as  well  as  poignard. 

He  turned  up  gray  matter  that  had  been  tramped  down 
by  centuries  of  inherited  prejudices,  and  if  in  so  doing 
he  wounded  pride,  he  more  than  repaid  by  aiding 
progress  £•»  -PO» 

He  made  thousands  stop,  look  and  listen. 
And  doves  and  canaries  are  not  useful  at  the  crossings. 
CL  It  takes  a  clanging  bell ! 

Of  his  place  in  the  ranks  of  writers,  Time  will  tell  all 
that  need  be  known. 

Next  to  the  Bible  itself,  his  wonderful  "  Message  to 
Garcia  "  has  the  largest  and  widest  circulation  of  any 
one  book  in  the  world. 

Yet  I  never  heard  him  boast  of  this.  I  never  heard  him 
boast  of  anything  but  his  cattle  and  hogs  and  chickens. 
d  Nothing  "  Roycroftie  "  ever  has  been  as  interesting 
as  was  the  Fra  himself.  He  was  a  man  of  quiet,  charm 
ing  manner,  wholly  unlike  what  his  readers  who  never 
had  seen  him  would  have  pictured.  His  long,  curly  hair, 
and  longer  black  crepe -de -chine  tie  ;  his  broad-brimmed 
black  felt  hat  and  loose-fitting  ordinary  sack-suit,  con 
spired  always  to  make  him  a  marked  figure  in  any 
crowd  &+•  s*» 

Once,  when  we  were  walking  through  Broad  Street 
Station,  he  smiled  at  the  staring  crowd  and  in  a  low 


102  IN  MEMORIAM 

voice  said  to  me  :  "  These  curls  always  git  'em.  They 
think  God  made  a  mistake  when  He  put  hair  on  a  man's 
head."  &+  &** 

He  was  chock-full  of  humor,  and  had  one  of  the  sweetest 
smiles  I  ever  saw  on  a  man's  face.  When  he  laughed,  as 
he  often  did,  he  crackled  his  voice  mightily,  and  yet, 
somehow  it  never  seemed  a  real  laugh.  In  early  life  he 
was  a  Socialist,  an  avowed  follower  of  Tolstoy  and 
Marx,  but  as  his  business  and  his  bank-account  grew, 
he  began  to  sympathize  with  John  D.  and  the  other  rich 
men.  Indeed,  of  late  years  he  had  stood  out  as  one  of 
the  boldest  defenders  of  "  big  business." 
At  East  Aurora  he  built  up  one  of  the  most  unusual  and 
interesting  institutions  in  this  or  any  other  country  .<•.» 
His  original  intention  was  to  make  it  a  sort  of  center  for 
the  expression  of  high  thought  and  the  publication  of 
fine  literature,  a  place  where  any  one  with  the  courage 
of  his  convictions  might  come  and  be  heard  patiently 
and  courteously.  He  loved  free  speech. 
And  as  a  speaker  he  was  one  of  the  best  that  ever  faced 
the  footlights. 

From  the  minute  he  smiled  at  the  audience  (  his  open 
ing  sentence  always  was  a  broad  smile  which  begat  its 
kind)  until  he  dropped  his  last  word  into  the  mental 
poor-box  of  his  hearers,  therewith  enriching  them  in  no 
small  measure,  he  was,  in  a  certain  way,  fascinating. 


IN  MEMORIAM  103 

No  man  ever  told  a  story  more  deftly  or  with  finer 
effect.  He  used  words  as  a  great  painter  uses  color,  and 
his  tongue  was  a  brush  capable  of  varied  strokes  &+ 
He  was  a  past-master  in  the  art  of  knowing  when  to 
keep  still.  His  pauses  were  as  effective  as  his  best- 
rounded  periods,  and  his  face  was  as  mobile  as  the  late 
John  Bunny's,  only  in  a  different  way.  He  never  spoke 
from  notes,  though  always  he  had  a  pocket  full  of  notes. 
For  he  did  most  of  his  writing  while  traveling  on  trains, 
and  he  traveled  most  of  the  time. 

As  a  companion,  at  work  or  play  (and  when  he  worked 
you  might  have  thought  he  was  playing)  he  was  as 
delightful  as  any  man  I  ever  met.  Never  shall  I  forget 
one  rare  July  evening,  when,  in  a  little  tent  the  poet  had 
put  up  outside  the  Shop  at  East  Aurora,  Richard  Le 
Gallienne,  the  Fra  and  I  sat  talking  of  the  place  and 
power  of  poetry. 

All  the  spun  gold  of  his  nature  seemed  to  come  to  the 
surface,  and  he  glowed  with  that  enthusiasm  for  the 
finer  things  which  permeate  the  souls  of  those  who 
have  overcome  the  call  of  goods  and  chattels.  Of  Omar, 
the  tentmaker,  and  Old  Walt  of  Camden;  of  Swinburne, 
Poe  and  Henley,  we  talked  until  the  moon  began  to  go 
downhill  and  the  first  cock  had  crowed. 
Then,  as  we  walked  back  to  the  Phalansterie — that  is 
Roycroft  for  hotel — he  turned  and  said  : 


104  IN  MEMORIAM 

"  Leigh,  life  is  damn  fine  when  you  look  at  the  right 
side  of  it." 

In  the  May  (Nineteen  Hundred  Fifteen)  number  of 
44  The  Philistine  "  Elbert  Hubbard  wrote  jestingly  of 
himself  as  a  "  drowning  man  who  sees  the  record  of  his 
life  streaming  out  behind  him." 

He  did  not  know  how  soon  this  jest  would  be  trans 
formed  into  the  seriousness  of  his  last  look  at  the  sky. 
C.  In  that  same  number  he  said,  "  Well  do  we  speak 
of  '  the  waters  of  life.'  "  C.  And  for  him,  as  for  all  those 
who  with  him  were  tossed  into  the  sea's  great  arms,  I 
think  those  waters  of  death  were  the  waters  of  life. 
For  him,  surely,  they  will  wash  out  the  transient  scars 
of  those  human  weaknesses  which  keep  us  all  brothers, 
leaving  for  the  years  to  come  a  heritage  of  thoughts 
and  words  which  can  not  but  add  to  the  joy  and 
usefulness  of  living. 
Philadelphia,  Pa.  Leigh  Mitchell  Hodges. 

HE  kindly  smile,  the  merry  twinkle  of  his  eyes, 
the  gracious  clasp  of  his  hand,  shall  always  be  a 
blessed  benediction  in  my  life;  and  I  know  that  my 
expression  of  sympathy  and  love  to  you  all  is  echoed 
round  the  entire  world  by  those  who  were  fortunate 
enough  to  live  in  the  embrace  of  his  greatness. 

Ohio  Mrs.  E.  C.  Bolin. 


IN  MEMORIAM  105 

^^  mm  ^^  HEN  the  ocean  traveler  going  east  looks  off 
m  A  to  the  left  and  sees  the  moss -covered,  time- 

m  worn  watch-tower  of  the  "  Head  of  Old 
^^l^  Kinsale"  rising  above  its  setting  of  green, 
it  whispers  to  him  of  a  journey  near  its  end.  Surely  it 
sent  such  a  message  to  Elbert  Hubbard  when  from  the 
deck  of  the  "  Lusitania  "  he  caught  a  breath  of  May 
blossoms  that  the  winds  carried  to  him  from  the  glens 
and  fields  of  Ireland  —  that  land  of  smiles  and  tears, 
of  clouds  and  sunshine,  to  which  Fate  decreed  he 
should  pen  his  last  loving  heart-throb  before  entering 
on  his  final  "Little  Journey." 

A  stab  in  the  dark,  a  blow  undeserved  and  in  history 
unparalleled  sends  that  great  ship,  with  its  wealth  of 
human  lives,  across  the  divide  between  two  eternities 
to  where  no  voice  save  that  of  the  great,  moaning  sea 
shall  speak  of  their  whereabouts. 

We  have  no  word  from  Hubbard,  but  knowing  him  as  I 
do  I  can  imagine  him  in  that  supreme  transition  hour 
whispering  words  of  cheer  and  hope  to  those  around  him. 
€1  We  who  love  Elbert  Hubbard  do  not  mourn  for  him. 
There  was  so  much  of  joy  and  gladness  and  sunshine 
in  his  nature  that  no  word  of  sadness  could  fittingly  be 
spoken  of  him,  and  we  shall  love  him  so  long  as  we 
stay  here  .<>•»  .r'»» 

Washington,  D.  C.  TCTCHCC  V. 


106  IN  MEMORIAM 

AVE  I  lost  a  Friend?  Yes  indeed,  one  so  big  and 
wonderful  that  he  has  helped  me  to  rise  to  a 
height  that,  now  he  has  left,  I  look  out  with  calm  eyes 
undimmed  by  tears  and  am  filled  with  a  great  awe.  He 
has  helped  me  in  my  own  soul's  struggle  for  freedom. 
He  has  given  me  courage  to  speak  the  truth  and  to  be 
true.  If  any  man  be  able,  let  him  estimate  what  he  has 
done  for  the  world.  I  am  unable  to  say  in  words  that 
others  may  understand  what  he  has  done  for  me. 

Horticulturist  TTr  •«  • 

Miami,  Fia.  William  A.  Bell. 


an  inspiration  has  been  caught  by  myself 
when  reading  some  of  the  Hubbard  prescriptions 
for  happiness  and  right  thinking.  He  has  placed  his 
English  readers  under  an  additional  obligation  by  the 
fair  and  just,  yet  fearless  manner  in  which  he  has 
espoused  the  cause  of  humanity  in  the  present  mighty 
conflict  now  waging  in  Europe. 

General  Manager 

Selfridge  and  Co.,  Ltd.  n  _, 

London,  Eng.  P.  A.  Best. 

The  passing  away  of  Elbert  Hubbard  leaves  a  vacuum 
in  the  world  that  can  never  be  filled.  A  man  of  brilliant 
mind,  fearless  and  honorable  and  outspoken,  his  loss  is 
irreparable  «»  $+ 

Yetsan  T        .        , 

oyster  Bay,  N.  Y.  Louisa  Lee  Anstey. 


IN  MEMORIAM  107 

0LBERT  HUBBARD  was  my  ideal  American  of  his 
generation.  It  was  he  who  was  my  inspiration. 
Never  was  there  a  time  when  I  needed  a  thought  that 
he  failed  me.  Often  in  my  deepest  dreams  have  I 
walked  with  him,  and  heard  him  speak. 
It  was  he  who  could  give  to  me  the  idea  and  then  most 
beautifully  clothe  it. 

When  happiest  I  went  to  find  him,  thumbing  through 
some  book  from  the  Roycroft  Shop.  When  in  deepest 
despair,  during  the  time  when  even  the  sunlight  of  life 
could  not  be  seen,  I  sought  his  comforting  influence  at 
some  indexed  passage,  well  worn  by  frequent  reading. 
C.  To  have  loved  him  —  as  a  brother  —  with  the  depth  of 
deepest  devotion,  and  with  true  steadfastness,  is  one  of 
my  greatest  joys,  a  treasured  pleasure. 

N.  c.  J-  Milton  Bailey. 


e  EGRET  and  sorrow  for  the  loss  of  Elbert  Hubbard, 
taken  from  us  in  the  prime  of  his  life,  is,  will  be, 
universal.  He  was  a  noble  and  true  American  citizen. 
€t  But,  while  he  is  not  now  with  us,  his  master  mind 
having  been  called  to  his  Heavenly  Father,  he  neverthe 
less  will  live  with  us  in  the  spirit,  and  reverently, 
silently,  we  can  commune  with  him. 

Edw.  C.  Beetem, 
Carlisle,  Pa.  Charles  G.  Beetem. 


108 


IN  MEMORIAM 


LBERT  HUBBARD  enjoyed  a  strong  per 
sonality,  and  for  that  reason  attracted  critics 
and  friends,  but  the  good  achieved  by  him 
in  his  life  is  the  best  demonstration  that  it 
was  well  spent  and  that  the  world  is  all  the  better  for  his 
having  lived. 

If  nothing  else  had  been  accomplished  by  Mr.  Hubbard 
except  the  wonderful  development  in  typographical  art, 
he  has  left  the  world  a  rich  inheritance.  We  speak  of  this 
one  of  his  smaller  achievements  for  the  reason  that  it  is 
the  least  known  among  his  many  missions. 
Even  the  advertising  pages  of  his  magazines  are  works 
of  art  and  the  last  word  in  all  that  is  perfect  in  typog 
raphy.  In  all  things  Mr.  Hubbard  was  thorough.  He  had 
a  quaint  yet  most  forceful  style  of  composition  and 
writing.  One  never  wearied  of  reading  his  articles.  He 
selected  his  subjects  in  the  most  unexpected  nooks  and 
corners,  but  his  language  was  always  pungent  and  to 
the  point  $+•  $+• 

Editor  "  The  Welsh-American"  71 

Pittsburgh,  Pa.  *  • 


Sympathy  is  the  first  attribute  of  love  as 
well  as  its  last.  And  I  am  not  sure  but  that 
sympathy  is  love's  own  self,  vitalized  may 
hap  by  some  divine  actinic  ray.  Only  a 
thorn -crowned,  bleeding  Christ  could  have 
won  the  adoration  of  a  world.  Only  the  souls 
that  have  suffered  are  well  loved.  Thus 
does  Golgotha  find  its  recompense.  Hark 
and  take  courage,  ye  who  are  in  bonds  !  &•* 


ELBERT  HUBBARD 

BE  helped  to  liberate  imprisoned  thought  ; 
He  gave  men  work,  not  creeds. 
Courage  and  hope  to  downcast  souls  he  brought— 
Surely  these  are  good  deeds  ! 
Surely  this  friend  of  many,  found  a  Friend, 
To  help  him,  at  the  end. 
short  Beach,  Conn.  Ella  Wheeler  Wilcox. 


LICE  HUBBARD,  who  was  lost  at 
sea  with  the  "  Lusitania,"  was  a 
visitor  at  Potato  Hill  farm  last 
Summer,  and  the  thing  we  noticed 
most  was  her  fondness  for  her  hus 
band.  When  she  arrived  in  the  Hills, 
she  found  a  letter  from  him  awaiting 
her,  sent  in  my  care.  She  carried  the  letter  in  her  hand 
all  day,  and  made  frequent  references  to  the  writer  of  it 
which  caused  me  to  think  more  of  both  of  them.  As  a 
newspaper  reporter  does,  she  made  frequent  sly  notes, 
and  these  were  written  on  the  back  of  the  envelope;  I 
noticed  this  because  I  have  done  the  same  thing  for 
forty -odd  years. 

Mrs.  Hubbard  appeared  to  be  as  fond  of  her  husband, 
and  as  submissive,  as  are  those  patient  wives  who  issue 
no  clarion  notes  to  protest  against  Slavery.  In  the  Roy- 
croft  magazines,  Alice  Hubbard  was  one  of  the  fiercest 
Amazons  preparing  for  battle  at  Doctor  Anna  Shaw's 
Armageddon;  but  in  private  life  she  was  certainly  the 
gentlest  warrior  in  this  wide,  wide  world.  Had  Doctor 
Anna  Shaw  been  present  when  Mrs.  Hubbard  was 
talking  about  her  husband,  Doctor  Anna  would  certainly 
have  been  displeased  because  of  the  show  of  gentle 
affection;  indeed,  Doctor  Anna  would  probably  have 
said  to  Mrs.  Hubbard,  in  the  deep  voice  of  the  real 
Suffragist:  "  Alice,  Control  Yourself!  " 
We  had  feared  that  Mrs.  Hubbard  would  talk  a  good 
deal  about  Suffrage,  in  the  disagreeable  way  you  are  all 


112  IN  MEMORIAM 

familiar  with,  and  probably  dislike :  I  had  even  feared 
she  would  try  to  "  convert  "  me,  since  Suffragists  are 
always  engaged  in  missionary  work;  but  she  never 
mentioned  the  subject. 

Instead  of  being  a  large  woman,  we  found  her  very 
small,  and  as  slender  as  a  young  girl;  she  could  have 
worn  Adelaide's  clothes;  and  Adelaide  weighs  about  a 
hundred  pounds. 

I  frequently  found  myself  doing  all  the  talking,  and 
from  the  time  we  met  her  at  the  morning  train  from  the 
West  until  we  took  her  to  the  evening  train  for  the 
East,  she  was  very  quiet;  but  on  her  return  home,  she 
wrote  me: 

II  I  am  just  coming  out  of  it — it  meaning  paying  for  my 
glorious  trip  to  Kansas.  My  work  is  quite  evened  up; 
I  have  had  my  joy,  and  paid  for  it.  Is  n't  that  nearly  the 
quintessence  of  joy?  I  thank  you  more  than  I  can  say  for 
an  immortal  day.  I  live  it  over  and  over — on  my  horse 
out  in  the  sunshine  and  storm.  Thank  you,  and  Adelaide 
and  Edna;  I  am  deeply  grateful  that  you  have  their 
loving  attention.  I  do  not  wonder  that  you  love  them; 
and  Potato  Hill  is  the  most  beautiful  place  human  being 
could  find  for  building  a  home,  even  though  he  searched 
the  world  over.  I  am  grateful  to  have  spent  a  long, 
lovely  day  there." 

In    "  The    Philistine  "    for   June,    printed    after   Mrs. 


IN  MEMORIAM  113 

Hubbard's  death,  some  one  wrote,  "  Alice  wrote  a 
two-thousand-word  account  of  the  Potato  Hill  prophet, 
and  I  suppressed  it." 

In  the  afternoon  we  walked  about  the  Potato  Hill 
neighborhood,  and  Mrs.  Hubbard  was  shown  the 
"  sights."  She  was  as  appreciative  as  a  visitor  from  a 
little  town;  no  weary  submission  to  being  shown  around, 
such  as  a  Chicago  woman  would  have  shown,  in  spite  of 
every  high  resolve  to  be  polite  and  patient  while  in  the 
country  &+•  ;•<» 

The  Roycrofters  publish  a  series  of  books  called  "  Little 
Journeys,"  which  are  educational  as  well  as  beautifully 
written  and  printed,  as  they  tell  about  the  great  men 
and  women,  and  the  great  events  of  the  world.  I  believe 
Mrs.  Hubbard  had  much  to  do  with  the  preparation  of 
these  famous  volumes,  although  I  could  not  induce  her 
to  say  so.  In  his  writings,  Elbert  Hubbard  displays  a 
greater  fund  of  information  than  any  other  American 
writer.  As  he  is  a  great  genius  and  not  a  great  scholar, 
probably  he  got  much  of  this  information  from  his  wife, 
who  was  a  schoolteacher  before  her  marriage. 
Adelaide  and  Edna  prepared  an  excellent  dinner,  but 
Mrs.  Hubbard  ate  very  sparingly.  I  remember  her  say 
ing  she  found  it  necessary  to  constantly  "  watch  "  her 
husband,  to  prevent  his  eating  too  much.  And  how  he 
lectured  the  rest  of  us  for  the  bad  habit  of  which  he  was 


114  IN  MEMORIAM 

guilty!  C  After  Mrs.  Hubbard  left  the  Hills,  the 
neighbors  got  together  as  a  Turn  Over  Club,  and  the 
first  question  asked  was,  "How  old  is  she?"  A  lady's 
age  is  a  delicate  question;  but  we  decided  she  was 
around  forty-eight.  Her  hair  indicated  around  forty- 
eight,  as  did  the  care  with  which  she  selected  and  ate 
her  food.  (Note. — Later  she  wrote  me  that  she  was  older 
than  forty-eight,  and  praised  my  moderation.) 
Mrs.  Hubbard  was  on  her  way  to  visit  her  daughter 
Miriam,  in  school  at  Madison,  Wisconsin.  The  Asso 
ciated  Press  once  sent  out  a  telegram  saying  that 
Miriam  was  exactly  the  right  weight  and  height  for  a 
girl  of  nineteen;  that  her  waist-measure  and  bust- 
measure  were  exactly  what  they  should  be,  according 
to  the  medical  gentlemen  who  study  the  human  family. 
Therefore  it  is  probable  that  Miriam  is  a  little  proud; 
but  I  know  she  was  satisfied  when  she  showed  her 
mother  to  the  other  girls.  Indeed,  if  Mrs.  Hubbard  had 
appeared  at  the  Madison  school  as  Miriam's  poor  rela 
tion,  the  other  girls  and  the  teachers  would  have 
particularly  admired  her  as  a  representative  of  those 
women  entirely  unknown  out  in  the  world,  but  who  are 
much  beloved  at  home  by  husbands  and  children,  and 
who  do  most  of  the  good  justly  credited  to  women  £•» 
I  never  met  Elbert  Hubbard  but  once;  he  sent  for  me 
two  years  ago,  to  spend  the  day  with  him  in  Kansas 


IN  MEMORIAM  115 

City,  and  I  was  not  as  comfortable  with  him  as  I  was 
with  his  wife ;  but  I  recall  his  saying  that  a  man  able  to 
write  a  really  good  thing  once  a  year  was  a  genius :  and 
Elbert  Hubbard  could  do  better  than  that.  I  was  much 
pleased  with  the  man's  personality ;  his  gentle  politeness 
to  Adelaide  was  noticeable.  Adelaide  wanted  a  new  suit 
and  we  visited  a  ladies'  tailor,  and  asked  Mr.  Hubbard 
to  pick  out  the  material  and  style,  which  he  did,  taking 
great  interest  in  the  cpmmission.  The  tailor  had  seen 
Mr.  Hubbard  at  the  Orpheum,  as  had  his  clerk,  and 
both  of  these  took  much  interest  in  him;  we  also  saw 
the  tailors  stealing  glances  at  him  from  the  workroom. 
Going  down  in  the  elevator,  a  woman  introduced  her 
self  to  him;  he  was  known  everywhere.  We  visited  many 
places,  and  we  were  much  pleased  with  him,  but  some 
how  we  did  not  feel  as  free  with  him  as  we  did  with  his 
wife.  He  was  the  host  at  dinner,  and  talked  entertain 
ingly;  and  very  slowly — we  remember  that  in  particu 
lar.  We  remarked,  also,  his  politeness  and  gentleness. 
As  he  was  a  very  famous  man,  perhaps  we  were  not  as 
agreeably  surprised  in  him  as  we  were  in  his  wife.  He 
talked  a  great  deal  of  "  Alice  " ;  all  of  his  acquaintances 
remarked  that,  and  his  best  book,  "  White  Hyacinths," 
was  about  her.  He  said  laughingly,  to  Adelaide,  that 
there  were  only  two  writers  whose  writings  his  wife 
read  completely. 


116  IN  MEMORIAM 

"  You  may  think  I  am  one  of  them,"  he  said  smilingly; 
"  but  I  am  not:  she  is  one  of  them,  and  your  Uncle  Ed. 
is  the  other." 

I  admired  both  the  Hubbards  without  reserve — not 
because  they  were  friendly  with  me,  for  I  admired 
them  long  before.  Our  acquaintance  began  with  a  letter 
from  him:  he  wrote  first,  enclosing  a  hundred-dollar 
check  on  the  Roycroft  Bank  to  pay  my  expenses  to  East 
Aurora;  but  I  sent  it  back,  and  have  never  been  there. 
Long  before  I  met  Elbert  Hubbard,  and  long  before  he 
had  written  me,  I  admired  him  unreservedly,  as  a 
master  at  his  trade.  After  meeting  him,  I  did  not  admire 
him  more.  Meeting  him  was  a  greater  event  than  meet 
ing  his  wife,  because  she  was  not  a  noted  genius,  nor 
was  she  as  widely  known;  but  my  great  admiration  for 
Mrs.  Hubbard  came  after  knowing  her.  In  all  the  women 
I  like,  there  is  a  certain  womanly  modesty  and  gentle 
ness;  Adelaide  and  Edna,  my  nieces,  have  it.  Alice 
Hubbard  had  it.  I  like  the  shy,  retiring  type  of  woman. 
Alice  Hubbard  was  that  type.  A  woman  I  greatly  admire 
is  the  wife  of  a  farmer.  I  admire  her  because  she  is  so 
fond  of  her  husband  and  children,  and  is  so  useful, 
modest  and  highly  esteemed.  Alice  Hubbard  not  only 
reminded  me  of  this  farmer's  wife,  but  looked  like  her. 
When  I  think  of  the  Hubbards,  dead,  floating  about  the 
sea,  I  believe  the  memory  of  Mrs.  Hubbard  affects  me 


IN  MEMORIAM  117 

most.  Elbert  Hubbard  was  rich  and  famous,  a  man,  and 
heard  applause  wherever  he  went  :  but  his  wife  worked 
hard  at  home,  with  little  appreciation  and  few  vacations. 
When  I  met  her,  she  did  n't  look  very  well;  and  she 
was  so  quiet  and  gentle,  and  admired  Elbert  and 
Miriam  so  much. 

I  remarked  that  she  understood  the  philosophy  of  life  ; 
whatever  was  true  she  accepted:  she  had  been  tried  by 
fire,  and  purified.  She  was  a  good  writer,  and  said  clever 
things,  recollections  of  extensive  reading;  but  she  was 
not  a  genius,  while  her  husband  had  flashes  of  it  which 
illuminated  like  a  stroke  of  lightning;  only  envy  can 
deny  it.  But  I  think  of  her  as  a  gentle,  intelligent,  useful 
mother  of  whom  her  daughter  Miriam  may  think  with 
mournful  pride  and  satisfaction. 

Atchison,  Kansas  E.  W. 


eLBERT  and  Alice  Hubbard  did  a  great  work  at 
East  Aurora,  and  helped  to  center  the  thoughts 
of  the  country  on  some  of  the  very  complicated  and 
difficult  problems  of  the  present  day.  That  they  should 
have  been  taken  away  at  a  time  when  that  work  was  so 
much  needed  is  a  great  misfortune  to  the  world,  and, 
of  course,  a  dreadful  loss  to  those  who  were  near  and 
dear  to  them. 

Howard  Elliott. 


118  IN  MEMORIAM 


the  ill-fated  "Lusitania"  was  sent  to 
the  bottom  of  the  deep  blue  it  carried  with 
it  our  friend  Elbert  Hubbard  and  his  White 
Hyacinth.   €[  The  loss  to  the  literary  world 
was  keenly  felt. 

Those  of  us  so  fortunate  as  to  meet  him  in  the  Roycroft 
Inn,  where  his  great  pulsating  heart  and  plain  but  affa 
ble  manners  seemed  to  give  us  a  renewed  strength 
and  a  greater  desire  to  get  real  pleasure  out  of  what 
ever  our  various  vocations  and  professions  called  us 
to  do,  can  but  say  he  was  a  great  man. 
He  whose  life  pulsates  with  human  love  and  cheering 
words  as  did  Hubbard'  s  will  not  be  found  frowning  in 
the  hour  of  doom. 

Though  the  liquid  grave  claimed  his  mortal  body,  his 
writings  will  rise  above  as  a  beautiful  halo  arched  above 
human  hearts  whose  whispers  of  love  will  continue  to 
vibrate  in  the  minds  of  those  who  admired  him. 
No  intellect  could  wield  such  power  as  did  his,  without 
having  a  spark  of  the  divine  in  its  construction.  Though 
it  has  ceased  to  ink  its  pen,  yet  its  influence  will  con 
tinue  to  tear  the  crape  from  the  doors  of  dead  super 
stitions  and  let  in  the  sunshine  of  a  more  active  life  «•» 
We  will  miss  the  personal  touch  of  Fra  Elbertus  and 
his  White  Hyacinth  —  as  I  have  heard  him  call  his 
wife  —  yet  the  writings,  the  sayings,  and  philosophy  of 


IN  MEMORIAM 


both  will  ever  linger  with  us  in  our  days  wherein  our 
minds  grow  and  expand  to  a  larger  usefulness  ;  to  cover 
the  narrow,  but  broaden  the  highways  of  human  for 
bearance  &+  s* 
Denver,  Coi.  Frederick  T.  Denson. 

**f*  KNEW  Mr.  Hubbard  not  only  as  writer,  editor, 
J|     and  a  man  to  read  about,  but  personally  as  a 
human  being  and  a  friend. 

Not  that  I  had  any  particular  call  upon  his  friendship 
because  of  my  close  acquaintance  with  him,  but  because 
his  was  a  friendship  of  a  man,  for  a  man. 
He  was  gifted  with  a  deeper  insight  into  the  humanity 
of  man  than  any  other  person  I  ever  met. 
He  understood  ! 

It  was  like  a  little  child  going  to  Jesus  with  his  troubles. 
He  was  never  too  busy  to  see  you,  nor  so  deeply 
engrossed  with  other  matters  that  his  soul  would  not 
instantly  unfold  to  you,  and  he  became  at  once  a  com 
forter,  because  he  understood  I 
Denver,  Coi.  Fred  Patee. 

The  human  understanding  never  attains  to  the  heights 
of  philosophic  perfection  reached  by  Elbert  Hubbard, 
unaided  by  sympathy  and  love. 
ffa.ton.MaM.  Faxon  Bowen. 


120 


IN  MEMORIAM 


EOR  years  I  have  valued  Elbert  Hubbard 
among  my  friends.  His  genius  and  his 
kindly  philosophy  marked  him  a  man  among 
men.  I  am  now  reminded  most  forcibly  of 
his  prophetic  words  in  "  The  Fra,"  shortly  after  the 
sinking  of  the  "  Titanic."  His  own  tribute  to  the 
Straus's,  through  the  strange  vagaries  of  Fate,  might 
now  be  well  dedicated  to  the  Hubbards  :  "  You  knew 
how  to  do  three  great  things — how  to  live,  how  to  love 
and  how  to  die.  To  pass  out  as  did  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Isador 
Straus  is  glorious.  Few  have  such  a  privilege.  In  life 
they  were  never  separated  and  in  death  they  are  not 
divided."  s>+  Elbert  Hubbard  died  in  the  fulfilment  of 
his  famous  preachment — he  carried  his  own  message 
to  Garcia  &+•  $+• 
Detroit,  Mich.  Hugh  Chalmers. 


No  greater  blessing  than  the  artistic  con 
science  can  come  to  any  worker  in  art,  be 
he  sculptor,  writer,  singer  or  painter.  Hold 
fast  to  it,  and  it  shall  be  your  compass  when 
the  sun  is  darkened.  To  please  the  public 
is  little;  but  to  satisfy  your  Other  Self,  that 
self  which  looks  over  your  shoulder  and 
watches  your  every  thought  and  deed,  is 
much.  No  artistic  success  worth  having  is 
possible  unless  you  satisfy  that  Other  Self. 


ELBERT  HUBBARD 

was  my  friend  !  Plain  folk  and  simplest  kind 
Will  thus  remember  him.  He  looked  for  wit 
And  character.  He  on  them,  bee-like,  lit, 
And  drained  their  honeys  with  a  generous  mind. 

For  all  he  gave  again  to  all.  And  now 
In  pall  of  Erin's  mystic  wave  he  lies, 
The  gorse  his  golden  wreath.  All  Nature  sighs 

Immaculate,  above  his  vanished  brow. 

He  was  a  seer  !  If  all  the  world  Lad  known 
The  heart-beat  of  his  wit,  then  obsolete 
Were  war  !  Let  one  black  rock  beyond  his  feet 

Read  now,  in  letters  gold  :  "  The  people's  own  !  " 

La  Grange,  Texas  Florence  Duncan. 


JEN  say  too  seldom,  "  I  love  you." 
The  Fra  taught  mainly  one  thing — 
—that  hate  is  stupid  and  futile,  that 
only  love  is  creative  ;  consequently 
that  malice,  ill- temper,  "  knocking  " 
and  inhumanity  are  elements  of 
failure,  not  of  success  :  and  he  had 
no  use  for  long  hours,  docking  or  fines  as  a  means  to 
good  work.  Good  work,  he  said,  came  through  harmony, 
co-operation,  helpfulness — in  a  word,  through  love  s+ 
In  over  seven  millions  of  words  that  he  wrote,  almost 
every  one  finds  much  to  disagree  with,  but  it  is  hard  to 
find  sign  of  any  ill-feeling. 

He  saw  clearly  that  every  success,  however  attained, 
indicates  some  admirable  qualities.  Perhaps  he  empha 
sized  too  little  in  his  words  the  compelling  influence  of 
social  conditions,  due  to  our  system  of  legalized  monop 
oly  :  although  he  always  said  that  all  that  is  needed  to 
make  individuals  good  is  healthy  conditions  and  proper 
employment  .<**  $•* 

But  in  his  work  he  never  lost  sight  of  the  influence  of 
the  social  condition.  The  first  time  he  showed  me  the 
Roycroft  plant,  with  its  well-lighted,  sanitary  rooms 
and  modern  appliances,  he  said,  before  I  had  a  chance 
to  ask  about  wages  and  profits  :  "  Well,  Bolton,  you  see 
we  have  come  to  a  sweatshop,  just  as  you  said  we  must. 
Only  we  provide  the  best  for  the  workers  that  we  can 
get ;  we  treat  them  well."  That  was  his  quaint  way  of 
saying  that  no  one  can  be  righteous  all  by  himself,  that 


124  IN  MEMORIAM 

(unless  he  has  a  monopoly)  notwithstanding  all  he  can 
do,  if  he  is  to  be  commercially  successful,  he  is  forced  to 
make  his  business  pay  by  allowing  the  hands  less  than 
they  produce.  C  Elbertus  had  no  use  for  social  theories 
that  can  not  demonstrate  themselves:  he  saw  that 
impracticability  meant  disaster. 

Others  will  write  about  "  Lady  Hyacinthe,"  who  had  so 
profound  an  influence  on  her  husband  ;  so  I  need  only 
say  that,  although  there  were  few  things  on  which  she 
and  I  thought  alike,  I  have  never  received  more  grace 
ful  and  spontaneous  kindness  than  from  her. 

I  remember  once  at  lunch  with  Elbertus.  I  asked  him  if 
he  thought  he  had  really  benefited  East  Aurora.  "  Of 
course  we  have,"  he  said.  "  When  we  went  there,  work 
was  scarce  and  uncertain  and  wages  low  :  now  look  at 
the  steady  employment  and  the  good  wages  we  pay." 
C  I  went  on  :  "  Has  that  made  East  Aurora  a  more 
desirable  place  to  live?  " 

"  Sure,"  he  answered  ;  "  look  how  the  town  has  grown." 
€L  "  How  has  that  affected  the  price  of  land?  " 

II  Why,"  he  said,  "  when  we  went  there,  land  that  sells 
for  thousands  now  could  be  had  for  the  hire  of  a  hack." 
d,  "  Then,"  I  urged,  "  it  is  the  landlord  who  really  gets 
the  main  benefit  of  all  your  work." 

"  Yes,"  he  said  gleefully  ;  "  but  it  's  all  right  ;  I  am  the 
landlord."  £•»  #o» 


IN  MEMORIAM  125 

That,  I  think,  was  his  whimsical  way  of  putting  it,  for  I 
believe  he  never  cared  much  to  invest  in  land,  nor  to 
get  monopolies  for  himself.  Elbert  believed  that  Nature 
has  no  use  for  the  man  that  does  not  work,  and  that 
when  any  one  ceases  to  be  useful,  the  Law  of  the 
Universe  quickly  kills  the  drone.  Elbert  was  not  afraid 
of  life  :  When  he  published  "  A  Letter  From  a  Lady  in 
Boston,"  an  attack  on  marital  ownership,  it  lost  him  a 
hundred  subscribers  a  week.  So  he  published  it  again, 
"  to  show  what  kind  of  letters  it  was  that  lost  him  a 
hundred  subscribers  a  week."  After  McKinley  was 
assassinated,  and  most  of  us  hid  our  colors,  he  bravely 
published  his  famous  article,  "  Why  I  Am  an  Anar 
chist."  Therefore  we  know  that  he  met  "  friendly  and 
beautiful  death  "  fearlessly. 

Multitudes  survive  our  Fra  who  blessed  his  name  and 
will  always  listen  to  his  voice  because  he  first  taught 
them  to  think  about  vital  things  and  not  to  be  afraid 
of  any  expression  of  Truth  or  ashamed  of  any  expression 
of  Love. 

New  York  City  BoltOTl  Hall. 

The  man  who  allows  his  life  to  justify  itself, 
and  lets  his  work  speak,  and  who  when  reviled 
reviles  not  again,  must  be  a  very  great  and 
lofty  soul. 


126  IN  MEMORIAM 

LBERT  HUBBARD  was  an  individual.  He 
was  so  much  of  an  individual  that  he  stood 
by  himself.  Yet  he  was  forever  trying  to 
sink  his  individuality  in  his  effort  to  give 
the  greatest  possible  service  to  the  largest  possible 
group  .".«.  .r<* 

He  impressed  me  as  a  man  who  would  rather  under 
stand  human  nature  than  anything  else.  I  have  an  idea 
that  he  felt  that  if  he  could  completely  understand 
human  nature  he  could  completely  and  easily  serve 
humanity.  He  was  in  love  with  humanity.  He  deeply 
admired  human  achievement,  but  he  was  exceedingly 
tolerant  of  human  weakness.  He  understood  human 
nature  in  its  relaxed  moments  just  as  he  did  when  it 
was  weighed  with  depressing  burdens  or  when  it  was 
demonstrating  extraordinary  mental  or  physical  achieve 
ment.  He  knew  it  was  the  same  human  nature  always. 
I  would  say  that  he  was  a  truly  great  man  if  I  could  say 
it  for  no  other  reason  than  that  while  I  have  heard  many 
people  criticize  him  personally  I  never  heard  him  speak 
unkindly  of  any  human  being.  For  a  man's  acts  or 
policies  he  might  have  criticism,  but  for  the  man 
personally  I  can  not  conceive  of  his  holding  animosity. 
CL  His  influence  can  not  be  measured,  because  of  the 
wide  range  of  topics  he  covered  in  his  writings,  and  the 
tremendous  circulation  that  they  had.  Certainly  few  men 


IN  MEMORIAM  127 

have  ever  built  up  what  he  did,  through  sheer  intensity 
of  personality  and  thorough  command  of  their  own 
individualities.  €[  I  am  glad  I  have  so  many  of  his  books. 
I  want  my  library  to  hold  everything  he  wrote.  Thus  I 
can  always  keep  in  close  touch  with  him.  Whatever  he 
wrote  made  the  reader  think. 

No  man  of  my  acquaintance  had  as  many  friends  in 
different  walks  of  life.  I  suppose  that  to  each  of  them 
he  was  a  different  Elbert  Hubbard.  He  knew  how  to 
harmonize  himself  with  others.  He  could  talk  athletics 
to  a  boy,  college  education  to  a  girl,  art  to  a  woman, 
business  to  a  man,  politics,  philosophy,  literature  or 
anything  else  to  anybody. 

Twenty  years  from  now  he  will  still  be  alive.  Because 
he  knew  human  nature ,  he  knew  that  within  that  length 
of  time  after  his  life  had  ended,  human  nature  itself 
will  have  selected  the  enduring  part  of  his  work — which 
is  the  largest  part. 

He  was  optimistic,  constructive,  aggressive,  philosoph 
ical  and  practical.  He  reflected  the  spirit  of  his  time,  all 
the  more  advantageously  because  he  brought  to  his 
work  a  remarkable  endowment  of  individuality  &+  But, 
how  Elbert  Hubbard  could  have  written  a  true  "Little 
Journey"  to  his  own  home  !  None  of  the  rest  of  us 
have  that  talent. 
Chicago,  111.  John  Lee  Mahin. 


128  IN  MEMORIAM 

I  MOST  highly  appreciate  the  privilege  of 
adding  a  word  in  behalf  of  my  friends  Elbert 
and  Alice  Hubbard,  particularly  Mrs.  Hub- 
bard,  as  I  knew  her  intimately. 

Mrs.  Hubbard  expected  to  be  one  of  the  speakers  at 
our  National  Convention,  after  which  she  intended  to 
return  with  me  to  pay  me  a  visit  at  my  home  in  Tacoma, 
Villa  DeVoe.  The  last  letter  I  received  from  her  was 
written  on  April  Twenty-seventh,  in  which  she  said: 
"  You  may  be  interested  to  know  that  Mr.  Hubbard 
and  I  leave  for  Europe  May  First  and  expect  to  return 
here  June  Eighteenth.  I  would  like  to  talk  on  'War  and 
Woman'  for  your  Convention  when  I  return." 
My  sorrow  at  her  departure  was  very  great,  and  at  our 
San  Francisco  Convention  we  held  memorial  services  in 
her  honor.  These  services  were  most  impressive  and 
were  conducted  by  the  venerable  Reverend  Olympia 
Brown,  the  first  woman  ordained  to  preach  in  the 
United  States,  she  being  a  Universalist.  As  Mrs.  Hub 
bard  could  not  be  present  to  speak,  excerpts  from  her 
writings  were  read  at  the  Convention;  after  which, 
loving  and  appropriate  resolutions  were  passed. 

President  National  Council  of  Women  Voters        «__      _ 

Tacoma,  Wash.  Lmma 


There  may  be  some  substitute  for  good-nature, 
but  so  far  it  has  not  been  discovered. 


ELBERT  HUBBARD  AND  HIS  HORSE,  GARNETT 


IN  MEMORIAM  129 

BLL  classes  of  men  who  have  heard  his  lectures  or 
read  his  writings  owe  much  to  Elbert  Hubbard. 
Probably  those  who  follow  the  printing  craft  owe  most 
of  all.  Every  piece  of  printed  matter  that  bears  the 
imprint  of  The  Re  /crofters  is  a  valuable  addition  to  the 
art  preservative  :  something  for  the  printer  to  study,  to 
follow  as  an  example  of  the  beauty  of  simplicity. 
And  Fra  Elbertus  is  dead  —  but  his  kindly  spirit  will  live 
with  many  of  us  for  years  to  come. 
Washington,  D.  c.  Byron  S.  Adams. 


world  has  in  my  opinion  met  with  a  loss,  from 
which  we  see  no  way  of  recovery,  in  the  death  of 
this  great-hearted  and  brilliant  man.  While  he  did  not 
know  me  personally,  though  I  have  received  an  occa 
sional  communication  from  him,  I  knew  him  personally, 
and  greatly  admired  him. 

Los  Angeles,  Cal  C.  C.  Pierce. 

IN  all  those  who  lost  their  lives  in  the  "  Lusitania  " 
there  was  not  a  better  or  nobler  man  than  Elbert 
Hubbard,  nor  one  who  had  done  better  work  or  will  be 
more  universally  mourned  —  for  Fra  Elbertus  had  made 
true  friends  in  all  parts  of  the  Vorld  —  men  and  women 
he  had  cheered  and  helped. 

Pretoria,  South  Africa  John  E. 


130 


IN  MEMORIAM 


^fc  •  ^^ITH  the  whole  world  I  have  mourned  the 

W  loss  of  my  friends  and  the  friends  of  all 

W  mankind,  Elbert  and  Alice  Hubbard. 

xJH,^    Nature   only   produces   one    such   man   as 

Elbert   Hubbard  in   a   generation.    His   keen  insight, 

wonderful   gift  in  the  use   of  the   English  language, 

poetic  genius,  his  power  for  epigrammatic  construction, 

and  unusual  ability  for  practical  things  made  him  a 

marked  man.  It  fell  to  him,  as  to  few,  to  move  the  world 

by  pen  and  word.  He  made  us  to  weep  and  to  laugh, 

and  to  ever  replace  him  will  be  an  impossibility.  His 

friends  are  numbered  by  the  tens  of  thousands  among 

all  classes,  and  his  useful  life  and  tragic  death  will 

never  be  forgotten  by  them. 

Euclid  Avenue  Baptist  Church  TTT    TJ/    Dt,cf/rrs7     D     D 

Cleveland,  Ohio  ".    W.  tSUStara,  If.  L>. 


To  benefit  others,  you  must  be  reasonably 
happy:  there  must  be  animation  through  use 
ful  activity,  good -cheer,  kindness  and  health 
—  health  of  mind  and  health  of  body  s+ 


ELBERT  HUBBARD 

0REAT  soul  that  scanned  the  dim  horizons, 
That  tore  from  Truth  the  mocking  masks, 
That  heard  the  chiming  in  the  Towers, 
That  grappled,  conquered  giant  tasks  ! 

How  strong  an  arm  he  lent  for  justice, 
How  valorous  flung  his  phrase  for  right, 
And  how  he  strove  to  lift  the  humble, 
To  break  the  bonds  of  vicious  might! 


So,  you  who  come  this  day  for  praising, 
Say  fair  of  him  gone  down  at  sea  — 
Brave  soul  outbound  on  life's  adventure  — 
"  He  lived  his  life  as  life  should  be." 

Dallas,  Texas  W.  F. 


SPEECH    BEFORE    THE     PILGRIM     PUBLICITY 

ASSOCIATION    IN   THE   ROYCROFT   INN 

SALON,  JUNE  16,   1915 

T  does  n't  seem  as  if  a  conventional 
word  at  the  close  of  this  perfect  day 
would  be  necessary.  Somehow  or 
other  you  have  opened  the  flood 
gates,  and  I  simply  can  not  resist 
paying  my  tribute  to  my  friend  &+ 
It  is  a  story  that  will  never  grow 
old,  the  story  of  Elbert  Hubbard,  and  as  I  stand  here 
tonight,  I  think  of  what  he  would  have  liked  us  to  do 
had  he  been  here  and  occupied  the  pulpit,  as  he  has 
many  times  in  the  past. 

We  come  not  to  mourn.  He  would  not  have  desired 
that.  We  come  to  rejoice  in  this  beautiful  month,  this 
beautiful  day  of  the  bridal  month.  We  come  amid  the 
beauties  of  the  things,  and  the  environments  in  which 
he  fulfilled  a  life  destiny,  the  like  of  which  is  not 
rivaled  in  the  annals  of  any  public  man  or  any  man  in 
literature  today. 

Go  over  to  the  Chapel,  go  to  the  remotest  hamlet  or 
village  in  this  country,  and  you  find  the  impress  of  the 
power  of  Elbert  Hubbard. 

We  can  not  think  of  him  as  dead.  It  was  a  word  he 
never  used,  and  in  his  "  Man  of  Sorrows  " — which  I 
have  been  reading  within  the  hour  at  the  suggestion  of 
his  Mother,  after  a  beautiful  talk  with  her  (she  was 
re-reading  his  description  of  the  Man  of  Nazareth) — the 


134  IN  MEMORIAM 

last  words  uttered  by  Christ  on  earth  are  the  last  words 
in  that  book:  "  And  his  spirit  was  commended  to  Him 
who  gave  it."  And  somehow  I  can  feel  in  those  words 
the  religion,  the  wonderful  uplift  and  the  inspiring 
memory  of  dear  Fra  Elbertus. 

Many  is  the  time  we  have  gathered  in  this  room  on 
festival  and  joyous  occasions,  and  that  smile  that  never 
can  be  forgotten  greeted  us,  and  those  cynical  words 
flecked  at  us  made  us  see  our  foibles  and  our  fancies  s^ 
This  is  his  work.  But  it  is  only  the  outward  shell  of  his 
work.  In  the  hearts,  minds  and  intellects  of  those  who 
read  his  epigrams,  which  are  flashed  all  over  the  world, 
translated  into  every  language,  we  find  the  imprint  of 
our  dear  friend  who  had  planned  to  meet  us  here  tonight. 
d.  He  is  not  here;  but  somehow  his  presence  is  here. 
As  on  the  last  night  in  dear  old  Roycroft,  when  he  left 
after  bidding  farewell  to  his  people,  it  seemed  I  could 
feel  the  analogy  of  his  words  and  Lincoln's  to  his  people 
at  Springfield.  The  last  words  of  the  Fra  uttered  in  the 
temple,  in  God's  own  temple  of  the  woods,  also  in  this 
place  which  he  left,  were:  "  God  be  with  you  till  we 
meet  again!"  —  a  quotation  which  has  touched  and 
thrilled  our  hearts. 

This  afternoon  I  had  another  delightful  visit  with  that 
Mother,  and  I  must  tell  you  of  an  instance  that  will 
remain  to  me  one  of  the  most  beautiful  pictures  in  the 


IN  MEMORIAM 

life  of  any  man  I  have  ever  known  or  ever  read  about, 
it  It  was,  I  think,  about  a  year  ago,  or  a  little  more, 
that  I  returned  from  my  home  in  the  West,  and  the  Fra 
had  the  tables  decorated  with  petunias — his  touch,  his 
idea,  that  day.  And  those  petunias  at  once  flashed  to 
me  thrills  of  my  own  home. 

I  had  gone  out  to  the  old  home  and  found  the  house 
had  been  torn  down.  There  stood  the  old  chimney — a 
cold  picture  in  ruins.  I  had  looked  into  the  cellar  where 
we  used  to  keep  the  cabbages,  rutabagas  and  potatoes, 
and  had  gone  out  to  the  barn  where  the  cows  stood 
patiently  waiting  to  be  milked.  Then  I  went  down  the 
old  lane,  down  to  the  plum-orchard,  and  to  the  old  bed 
of  petunias  blushing  with  the  glow  of  a  mother's  love 
and  shining  in  the  beautiful  sunlight  of  that  home  scene. 
I  gathered  them  in  my  arms,  simply,  as  a  mother  would 
have  gathered  her  child,  carried  them  out  to  the  hill 
side,  and  dropped  them  petal  by  petal  on  my  mother's 
grave.  And  the  language  of  the  flowers  seemed  to  say 
that  the  chasm  was  bridged.  There  seemed  to  be  no 
chasm,  no  death  s>+  s* 

I  came  back  and  told  the  story.  The  Fra  stood  at  my 
right.  After  the  meeting  we  went  out  to  the  Tea- House, 
and  the  Fra  said:  "  Joe,  you  old  heart-mush,  you  old 
heart-throbs,  you  've  got  me  tonight.  I  want  you  to  go 
over  and  meet  my  Mother  in  her  cottage  here." 


136  IN  MEMORIAM 

We  went  over,  and  that  night,  with  all  the  glory  of  the 
Mother  aroused,  she  told  me  of  her  son  and  his  wonder 
ful  achievements.  But  when  he  came  to  say  good -night 
to  her  and  she  placed  her  arms  around  his  neck,  it 
seemed  as  if  her  baby  boy  had  come  back;  that,  as  the 
tides  ebbed  and  flowed,  the  love  she  had  given  the  babe 
was  returning  in  the  full  maturity  of  that  love  of  her 
stalwart  and  noble  son. 

That  night  far  afield  we  sat  on  a  log  in  the  pasture. 
Under  the  witchery  of  the  moonlight  he  spoke  of  the 
ages  past.  All  the  great  panorama  of  history  seemed 
potently  familiar  to  him  —  Pericles,  Euripides,  and 
those  who  are  in  the  musty  tomes  of  the  library.  But  he 
resurrected  them  and  brought  them  to  the  people.  He 
brought  back  to  this  country  the  realization  of  the  true 
value  of  literature. 

You  have  played  on  the  grounds  and  greensward  this 
afternoon  in  the  glow  of  this  beautiful  day.  We  played 
ball  with  that  soft-nosed  ball.  He  said  it  was  n't  right  to 
use  the  hard  league -ball,  so  he  used  this  great  big 
comfortable  ball,  and  we  threw  it  at  each  other  and  he 
reminded  me  of  the  days  of  "  ante-over."  He  remem 
bered  the  days  back  on  the  farm. 

His  career  is  expressed  in  one  word.  It  was  not  indicated. 
It  was  expressed.  And  that  was  the  word  that  has  been 
the  greatest  word  of  all  words — Love. 


IN  MEMORIAM  137 

He  loved  people.  He  loved  to  help  them.  €[  I  am  but 
one  of  thousands  of  young  men  whom  he  has  taken  by 
the  hand  and  sat  down  and  talked  with.  We  have  sat 
at  his  feet  and  absorbed  the  inspiration  of  those  great 
visions  that  he  had  —  always  so  beautiful,  so  full  of 
cheer  and  hope. 

The  next  day  he  had  me  at  work.  We  were  moving  those 
cases  that  you  saw  today  in  which  were  letters  sacred 
to  him.  That  letter  from  Rockefeller  was  in  reply  to  one 
in  which  Mr.  Hubbard  had  notified  Mr.  Rockefeller 
that  the  black  sheep  he  admired  had  been  sent  as  a 
gift  and  had  been  named  Judge  Landis  in  memory  of 
the  twenty-nine-million-dollar  fine.  He  never  lost  the 
sense  of  humor!  And  the  reply  that  he  received  you  will 
find  over  there  in  the  case. 

In  those  cases  you  will  find  treasures  that  I  doubt  you 
could  equal  in  the  archives  of  literature  today. 
He  received  his  inspiration  down  in  dear  old  New 
England.  He  has  often  told  me  that  the  unfoldment  of 
his  great  life  was  when  he  touched  and  mingled  in  the 
environment  of  that  great  school  and  galaxy  of  Ameri 
can  writers,  such  as  Emerson. 

Then  we  went  over  to  the  library  on  that  quiet  afternoon, 
where  are  books  of  his  writings,  manuscripts  bound  in 
volumes — volume  after  volume. 
There   are   the  pages  of   the  immortal  "  Message  to 


138  IN  MEMORIAM 

Garcia,"  interwoven  with  corrections,  on  the  familiar 
yellow  paper  that  he  seemed  to  love. 
One  of  his  favorite  colors  was  yellow — the  yellow  with 
the  glow  of  the  sunrise  and  the  glow  of  the  sunset. 
Yellow  was  somehow  the  emblem  of  optimism,  of  hope. 
And  in  that  library,  as  we  sat  there  looking  at  the  books, 
he  said,  "  This  will  be  my  monument." 
He  did  n't  seem  to  desire  to  have  things  just  as  other 
people  £•»  «•» 

In  those  books  are  the  work  that  has  come  out  from  his 
soul  through  his  finger-tips.  Every  writer  knows  what 
this  means!  There  were  pages  that  splashed  with 
indignation,  with  enthusiasm — as  Martin  Luther,  when 
writing,  threw  his  ink-bottle  at  the  devil  one  night  s^ 
There  were  pages  that  have  the  scent  of  lavender  and 
old  lace,  pages  that  have  the  figure  of  field  and  the 
furrow  and  the  farm  and  outdoors  which  he  ever  loved. 
C.  There  were  pages  that  had  the  tribute  to  woman 
hood — "  White  Hyacinths,"  all  in  that  row  of  manu 
script  £«*  $+• 

As  I  sat  there  and  looked,  I  felt,  "  Will  the  time  come 
when  the  Fra  will  not  be  here?  "  I  could  n't  conceive  of 
it  being  possible! 

And  yet  when  he  sailed  on  that  boat,  one  of  the  last 
letters  I  think  he  wrote  was  a  hurried  note  to  a 
few  friends,  one  of  which  I  received.  It  was  full  of 


IN  MEMORIAM  139 

jolly -rollicking,  devil-may-care  spirit.  C^.  If  he  could 
have  chosen  his  passing  out,  it  would  have  been  just 
as  it  was.  Hand  in  hand  with  Alice  Hubbard,  the 
woman  he  loved,  he  sank  and  faded  away.  He  was 
transported,  as  it  were,  bodily,  and  left  behind  no  shrine, 
no  bit  of  mound  and  grass,  nothing  but  the  memory 
and  the  personality  and  the  spirit  of  Elbert  Hubbard. 
C[  And  you  know  that  in  that  powerful  physique,  that 
life  of  abstemious  living,  how  little  patience  he  had  with 
weakness  and  with  the  tremblings  that  were  the  result 
of  indiscretion. 

Imagine  that  great  stalwart  man  having  to  come,  as  he 
inevitably  would  have  had  to  come,  to  the  breaking 
down  and  lying  on  the  bed  of  illness,  passing  out  in  the 
ordinary  way  of  human  kind,  with  the  machinery  rust 
ing  and  wearing  out. 

But  God  in  His  infinite  wisdom  and  mercy  has  taken 
him  away.  Perhaps  he  would  have  wished  it. 
I  was  in  Washington  when  the  tremor  was  shaking  this 
country,  when  fists  were  doubled  with  rage  to  feel  that 
our  own  loved  ones  had  been  sacrificed  by  that  murder 
ous  torpedo.  Oh,  the  cruelty  of  it  all! 
And  yet  we  can  almost  see  coming  out  of  that  vast  deep, 
the   spirit  of  Elbert  Hubbard,   and  with  that  placid, 
sweet  smile:  standing  there  with  his  locks  tossing  in 
the  breezes,  his  hands  uplifted  with  his  blessing  and 


140  IN  MEMORIAM 

benediction  upon  all  who  pass  that  way.  C^  And  as  my 
time  comes,  as  your  time  comes,  whether  it  comes  in 
threescore  —  (and  he  nearly  reached  the  threescore 
mark:  fifty -eight  summers  had  passed  since  the 
mother  had,  from  the  valley  of  death,  looked  into  the 
face  of  her  babe,  her  proud  baby  boy — and  what  an 
inspiration  it  was  to  see  that  dear  lady  today,  there  with 
his  pictures  of  different  ages  and  without  a  quaver  in 
her  voice  although  her  heart  is  breaking,  but  with  the 
stalwart,  Spartan  spirit  of  the  boy  to  whom  she  gave 
birth,  she  is  looking  the  future  fearlessly  in  the  face) — 
when  I  open  the  door  to  eternity,  if  it  is  fourscore  or 
threescore,  it  matters  not,  I  am  going  to  open  the  door 
as  our  dear  friend  the  Fra  opened  the  door  to  all 
eternity,  with  the  feeling  that  my  Redeemer  liveth, 
with  the  feeling  that  outside  the  door,  just  in  the  other 
room  into  which  our  loved  ones  have  passed,  we  will 
greet  that  flood  of  sunshine  on  the  everlasting  dawn  of 
heaven  and  find  a  greeting  on  God's  good-morning  «•» 
Boston,  Mass.  Joseph  Mitchell  Chappie. 

constant  reading  of  Elbert  Hubbard's  works 
has  made  me  his  enthusiastic  admirer,  so  that 
today  I  feel  as  if  I  had  lost  a  beloved  friend. 

Havana,  Cuba  M™  Martinez. 


IN  MEMORIAM  141 

I  WAS  with  Elbert  Hubbard  when  he  wrote  that 
splendid  article  about  the  sinking  of  the  "Titanic." 
I  particularly  remember  how  he  was  impressed  by  the 
loyalty  of  Mrs.  Straus  in  remaining  with  her  husband 
until  the  waters  closed  over  them.  I  know  that  Mr.  and 
Mrs.  Hubbard  met  death  in  the  same  way. 
I  have  always  felt  that  I  knew  Mr.  Hubbard  perhaps  as 
well  as  any  man  did,  outside  of  his  immediate  family. 
To  know  him  was  to  love  him.  On  our  many  trips 
together,  we  were  companions,  not  employer  and  em 
ployee.  Not  only  did  he  have  a  superior  intellect,  but 
the  inner  man  rang  true. 

Cleveland,  Ohio  PeTCy  A.  Beach. 


aS  a  teacher  I  have  read  Elbert  Hubbard  and  have 
been  inspired  by  his  writings  for  a  number  of 
years.  When  a  mere  youth  my  spirits  were  quickened 
and  my  ambitions  stirred  by  his  "Little  Journeys."  I  feel 
that  the  world  has  lost  a  great  man,  and  that  especially 
these  United  States  will  miss  his  counsel  in  these 
terrible  times. 

Supt.  City  Schools  r^^  iiJT~*/r:ii:~. 

Macon,  Miss.  <=*>*=>  JOB  McMlllin. 

The  Hubbards  were  great,  talented  and  useful  workers 
for  the  betterment  of  the  world.  We  have  too  few  like 

them  £»  &+ 

Aitoona,  Pa.  William  F.  Gable. 


142 


IN  MEMORIAM 


I  AM  glad  of  an  opportunity  to  say  how  deeply 
I  have  been  stirred  by  the  manner  in  which 
Elbert  and  Alice  Hubbard  were  done  to 
death.  That  high  intelligence,  sweet  life, 
and  noble  purposes  should  be  thus  brought  to  an  end 
overwhelms  us  with  sorrow  for  the  fallen  estate  of  those 
who  could  perpetrate  such  a  crime.  But  to  have  lived 
nobly,  to  have  loved  truly — this  is  something  Fate  could 
not  deny  to  those  capable  of  it.  These  two,  no  doubt, 
would  have  preferred,  had  they  been  permitted  to 
choose,  that  the  blow  should  come  to  them  together, 
without  long  and  lingering  sorrow.  Nature  was  more 
kind  to  them  than  man.  When  the  soft  waves  swept 
over  them  it  was  a  sweet  caress  as  compared  with  the 
rending  of  their  members  that  had  been  so  cunningly 
prepared  />«*  &» 

Green  Hill 

North  Cohasset,  Mass.  David  Jay  TIC  Hill. 


The  thought  of  the  love  of  God  can 
not  be  grasped  in  the  slightest  degree, 
even  .as  a  working  hypothesis,  by  a 
man  who  does  not  know  human  love. 


ELBERT  HUBBARD 

®HAT  'S  power?  Is  it  a  nation's  throb? 
Is  it  the  trained  and  armored  mob? 
Is  it  leviathans  that  plow  the  deep? 
Is  it  projectiles  that  there  ruin  seek? 
Is  it  to  raze,  ravish,  and  destroy, 
Make  earth  a  waste  devoid  of  joy, 
Turn  back  for  years  the  hand  of  time, 
And  make  brute  force  an  end  sublime? 

'T  is  none  of  these.  Beneath  the  wave 
Ruined  casket  holds  power  to  save. 
'T  is  breath  of  thought,  whose  bubbles  rise 
To  fertile  earth,  and  clear  the  skies; 
Thought  power,  whose  living  concrete  form 
He  sowed  and  reaped,  earth  to  adorn; 
Gave  eyesight  to  the  groping  blind; 
And  freedom  to  the  slave -held  mind. 

Life  was  a  glorious  growth  and  power, 
To  bloom  and  ripen  every  hour. 
His  creed  was  in  an  endless  "  do  "; 
No  beaten  trail  could  he  pursue  ; 
All  talents  used  to  weight  his  blow 
To  fell  the  hypocrite  and  foe. 
He  proved  the  truth  in  all  he  wrought, 
That  power — is  honest  living  thought. 

Metropolitan  Hospital  „,     A1n      ..     _ 

New  York  citv  T.  AlBurtis  Putnam. 


/  returned,  and  saw  under  the  sun  that  the  race  is 
not  to  the  swift  nor  the  battle  to  the  strong  ....  but 
time  and  chance  happeneth  unto  all. 

|HIS  text  from  the  Preacher  was,  of  ten 
on  the  lips  of  Elbert  Hubbard  in  the 
days  of  our  intimacy,  the  beginning 
of  which  was  twenty  years  ago.  It 
supplied  the  title  for  his  novelized 
life  of  John  Brown  of  Ossawatomie 
(perhaps  his  most  ambitious  attempt 
at  book- writing).  He  recurred  to  it  again  and  again  in 
his  essays,  as  if  it  were  the  ground-note  of  his  thought. 
Beyond  question,  it  haunted  him  like  a  threat  of 
Destiny,  for  having  come  a  little  late  to  his  chosen  work, 
no  man  was  ever  more  wrought  upon  by  a  fury  to 
achieve — to  accomplish — to  do  his  stint  at  whatever 
cost,  and  pass  on  ! 

And  like  a  finger  pointed  with  flame,  it  rose  before  my 
mind  with  the  first  rumor  of  his  terrible  fate.  There,  I 
said,  is  the  burden  of  all  the  years  .  .  .  the  unseen 
menace  that  so  often  oppressed  his  spirit.  And  the 
Preacher's  words  knelled  in  my  ear  with  a  crushing 
weight  of  irony.  For  here  indeed  was  a  case,  if  ever 
there  were  one,  in  which  the  race  was  not  to  the  swift 
nor  the  battle  to  the  strong. 

Elbert  Hubbard  was  a  fatalist.  I  saw  this  from  an  early 
moment  of  our  acquaintance.  Many  took  this  trait  for  a 
pose  ;  some  deduced  from  it  a  character  for  heartless- 
ness,  which  they  freely  thrust  upon  him.  Both  were 


146  IN  MEMORIAM 

wrong.  His  fatalism  was  deeply  rooted  in  his  nature, 
and  it  imparted  a  certain  melancholy  Hamlet-like  charm 
to  his  personality  (I  speak  of  him  as  I  first  knew  him). 
His  gait  was  that  of  a  man  who  would  be  wise  and 
cautious  in  all  ways,  but  who  knew  that  the  ordering  of 
ultimate  destinies  is  not  within  any  man's  power.  He 
carried  himself  bravely  and  jauntily,  yet  with  circum 
spection  ;  and  often  he  seemed  to  pause  and  listen  for  a 
word  of  the  Fates. 

I  could  not  imagine  him  playing  the  coward  to  Destiny. 
Short  as  was  the  grace  allowed  him,  I  believe  he  stood 
up  like  a  brave  man  in  the  last  awful  moment,  and  that 
no  man  on  the  "  Lusitania  "  met  his  death  with  a 
stronger  soul. 

But  he  died  not  alone.  The  woman  who  had  been  the 
great  love  of  his  life — and  for  whom  in  the  eyes  of  the 
world  he  had  made  shipwreck  of  his  life  —  shared  his 
death.  Hand  in  hand  they  went  together  into  the 
Silence,  called  home  by  the  Searcher  of  hearts,  to  whom 
alone  is  judgment.  I  must  think  it  was  a  lovely  and 
enviable  consummation  for  these  two,  with  just  the 
touch  of  tragedy  needed  to  make  their  story  immortal  : 
she,  I  am  sure,  would  not  have  avoided  such  a  death  to 
live  a  queen  ! 

But  swift  upon  this  thought,  with  its  gracious  and 
healing  implications,  comes  regret  at  the  striking  down 


IN  MEMORIAM  147 

of  the  strong  worker,  the  paralysis  of  that  hive  of 
industry  of  which  he  was  the  busy  directing  brain,  the 
dismay  of  a  community  which  loses  in  him  its  bond  of 
union  and  support,  the  grief  of  the  many  throughout  the 
country  who  admired  his  ready  and  versatile  talent. 
d.  And  once  more  we  realize  that  the  empty  space 
where  but  just  now  stood  a  strong  man  is  the  most 
woeful  thing  in  Nature. 

The  present  writer  was  unlucky  enough  to  have  been 
estranged  from  Elbert  Hubbard  some  fourteen  years 
ago  by  circumstances  which  need  not  now  be  recalled. 
The  quarrel  was  actively  served  and  diligently  pro 
moted  by  our  common  friends — I  don't  think  the  hearts 
of  the  principals  were  ever  much  in  it.  But  it  was  a  very 
pretty  quarrel,  eagerly  ministered  to  by  the  creatures 
of  envy,  hatred  and  jealousy.  There  was  bitter  talk  and 
counter-talk  which  the  common  friends  alluded  to 
traded  back  and  forth  with  a  quite  incredible  alacrity, 
never  forgetting  to  dot  and  carry  one  in  the  process. 
And  alas  !  there  was  too  much  bitter  writing  which  I 
for  my  part  would  most  gladly  blot  out.  I  can  only  hope 
that  no  ill-conditioned  person  may  take  it  into  his  head 
to  reprint  any  words  of  mine  put  forth  long  ago  in  anger 
and  bitterness.  I  have  no  sort  of  fellowship  with  those 
who  will  not  let  the  dead  rest  and  who  would  heap 
obloquy  and  judgment  upon  the  grave. 


148  IN  MEMORIAM 

I  loved  Elbert  Hubbard  in  the  first  years  of  our  comrade 
ship,  and  though  we  fell  out  at  length  and  were  never 
really  reconciled,  I  never  hated  him.  How  could  I  hate 
a  man  who  seemed  to  share  the  ideals  of  my  youth — a 
friend  with  whom  I  have  laughed  and  held  communion 
in  the  things  of  the  mind  ? 

Perhaps  I  am  not  to  be  pitied  for  the  estrangement,  in  a 
way,  as  it  gives  me  leave  to  recall  the  Elbert  Hubbard 
of  eighteen  or  twenty  years  ago — a  quaintly  romantic 
figure,  with  its  bravado  of  long  hair  and  eccentric 
costume  ;  the  dark  magnetic  eye  with  its  hint  of  power  ; 
the  mobile  face,  a  little  stern,  that  yet  easily  yielded  to 
mirth — if  it  were  not  too  fantastic,  I  would  almost  say,  a 
blend  of  Alfred  Jingle  and  Robert  Louis  the  beloved.  His 
smile  was  very  beautiful  in  those  days  :  both  men  and 
women  readily  yielded  to  its  fascinating  charm.  The 
dreamer  was  then  uppermost  in  Elbert  Hubbard,  so 
that  those  who  knew  the  man  only  in  his  later,  harder 
period  may  scarce  recognize  this  portrait. 
Alas,  the  race  is  not  to  the  swift  nor  the  battle  to  the 
strong  ! 

It  is  the  man  I  knew  and  loved,  the  "  bon  camarade," 
the  melancholy  Jaques  of  our  lighter  literature,  as 
rare  a  spirit  as  ever  wore  the  motley,  who  now  stands 
before  me  as  I  trace  these  words  :  summoning  me  to 
remember  him  in  the  light  of  those  vanished  years  when 


IN  MEMORIAM  149 

friendship  was  as  precious  and  perturbing  as  love  itself 

—  when  the  heart  gave  of  its  fulness  and  kept  no  record 

of  its  bounty  —  when  the  Dream  and  the  Glory  were  the 

dearer  that  it  lured  us  both. 

Yes  —  yes,  I  remember. 

Sleep  well,  my  friend  ! 

south  Norwaik,  Conn.  Michael  Monohan. 


HUBBARD  and  life  were   synonymous. 
Wherever  he  went  life  was  quickened,  inspired. 
He  was  a  galvanic  force. 

His  was  a  life  of  adventure,  adventure  in  the  realm  of 
mind  and  understanding  ;  adventure  in  life  and  thought; 
but  his  was  an  adventure  without  violence. 
He  preached  the  gospel  of  the  universal  man,  and  he 
himself  was  a  universal  man. 

East  Aurora,  N.  Y.  JameS   W.  BeckmdTl. 

I  VALUED  the  friendship  of  your  distinguished 
father  and  I  look  upon  his  death  as  a  national 
loss.  He  was  one  of  the  most  remarkable  men  this 
country  has  ever  produced.  His  original  way  of  saying 
things,  his  genial  humor,  his  absence  of  malice  and  his 
great  constructive  ability  made  him  a  rare  man  who 
has  left  his  stamp  of  personality  upon  his  times. 

Literary  Executor  of  Walt  Whitman  „,,  r»     TT 

Philadelphia,  Pa.  Thomas  B.  Hamed. 


150  IN  MEMORIAM 

T  is  difficult  to  express  in  words  just  what  the 
friendship  of  Elbert  and  Alice  Hubbard 
meant  to  me — Elbert,  whom  I  had  both  seen 
^-^  ^*x  and  heard,  though  had  never  spoken  to,  and 
Alice,  having  not  seen,  whom  yet  I  loved. 
"  The  Voice  that  is  stilled"  was  to  me  the  sweetest 
memory  of  my  life.  Always  in  the  Silence  he  loved,  could 
I  hear  its  rhythmic  rise  and  fall,  and  ever  some  word  of 
hope  and  blessing  reached  my  listening  ear. 
To  Alice,  I  looked  for  the  understanding  and  sympathy 
of  our  mutual  sex,  and  drew  upon  her  unfailing  store  of 
wisdom,  only  learned  through  the  travail  of  suffering. 
She  stood,  for  me,  on  the  highest  pinnacle  of  woman 
hood,  and  to  reach  her  level  was  my  despair. 
Strange  as  it  may  sound,  I  was  never  able  to  overcome 
a  foolish  fear  of  losing  them,  if  I  rashly  rushed  my 
present  personality  into  the  Roycroft  Shop  ;  but  now 
that  they  can  see  me  as  I  am,  from  behind  the  veil,  I 
am  content.  I  can  never  lose  them,  they  know  now  how 
I  loved  them,  they  know  me  as  I  knew  them,  "  One 
with  the  Father";  and  when  my  time  for  the  great  un 
masking  comes,  we  shall  meet  "  face  to  face,"  loving, 
and  beloved,  as  of  yore. 

Meanwhile,  I  must  perpetuate  their  memory  in  deeds 
of  love  for  Love's  sake,  so  shall  they  continue  to  live  in 
me  and  I  in  them. 


IN  MEMORIAM  151 

HEN  rich  men  die,  men  ask,  "What  did  they  leave?" 
And  then  they  calculate, 
In  terms  of  stocks  and  bonds  their  vast  estate. 
But  who  can  estimate 

The  overflowing  wealth  of  heart  and  mind, 
Left  by  these  truest  lovers  of  mankind? 
To  all  who  knew  and  loved  this  Peerless  Pair, 
Matched,  perfect  souls,  than  Sultan's  pearls  more  rare, 
Who  looked  on  Life,  and  seeing,  found  it  fair, 
Loved  it,  and  called  it  "  Day  "  ; 
Who  bade  us  rise  to  heights,  and  showed  the  way 
Through  "  Love  and  Work  and  Play." 
11  Their  work  is  done,"  they  say; 

But  we,  who  knew  and  loved  them  whisper,  "  Nay  ! " 
Not  till  our  throbbing  hearts  shall  cease  to  beat, 
They  live  in  us,  and  in  our  lives  repeat 
(Though  but  the  faintest  echo  of  their  Voice) 
The  melody  they  made  of  Love  complete. 
So  may  some  highest  note  reach  where  they  are, 
Upon  what  happy  star, 

That  hearing,  they  must  fain  leap  and  rejoice, 
And  sweetly  smiling,  say, 

11  All  's  right  with  them  as  in  our  Heaven,  Amen  ! 
They  know  and  go  the  Way, 
Love  never  faileth,  we  shall  meet  again." 
Harrison,  N.  Y.  Earle  Remington  Hines. 


152  IN  MEMORIAM 

x^*— -^  AM  taking  advantage  of  the  very  first 
opportunity  after  the  adjournment  of  the 
Pan-American  Financial  Conference  to  write 

^**-^*«^  you  and  express  my  deep  personal  sympathy 
with  you  in  the  loss  of  your  remarkable  father.  While 
my  acquaintance  with  him  was  not  intimate  and  I  did 
not  have  that  opportunity  of  association  with  him  which 
I  would  have  greatly  appreciated  and  enjoyed,  what 
little  I  did  see  of  him  enabled  me  to  develop  a  great 
admiration  for  his  knowledge  of  human  nature  and  his 
ability  to  inspire  men  with  ideas  which  make  for  the 
good  of  humanity.  His  death  is  a  loss  not  only  to  this 
country  but  to  all  the  world,  and  in  this  connection  it  may 
interest  you  to  know  that  he  was  beginning  to  be  very 
liberally  quoted  throughout  Latin  America.  His  writings 
and  sayings  were  attracting  attention  there,  and  many 
of  the  principal  magazines  and  newspapers  were  giving 
special  space  to  them.  May  I,  therefore,  as  a  Pan- 
American  myself,  state  that  all  America  keenly  suffers 
from  his  sad  and  sudden  departure  from  the  midst  of 
our  activities,  but  we  all  wish  you  success  in  carrying 
on  the  splendid  work  which  he  initiated. 

Director-General  Pan-American  Union  r    t      T»          44 

Washington,  D.  C.  JO/lTl  Barrett. 

Imagination  is  sympathy  illumined  by  love  and 
ballasted  by  brains. 


IN  MEMORIAM  153 

HE  epochs  of  the  ages  are  marked  by  the  transit 
of  great  souls  through  them.  The  soul  of  Elbert 
Hubbard  was  a  treasure-house  of  sense.  His  mind  was 
a  mint  of  keen,  sensible  satire.  His  gift  was  magic  in 
words.  His  disposition  to  attack  the  vanity  and  vain 
glory,  the  avarice  and  falsehood  of  life,  was  as  bold  as 
unshackled  truth  itself.  His  pen  was  his  sword  of 
offense  and  defense,  and  when  a  product  in  the  form  of 
"  The  Philistine  "  went  abroad,  it  proved  sharper  than 
any  two-edged  sword  in  its  effect  on  the  shams  of  life. 
He  was  an  apostle  of  commonsense,  as  opposed  to  the 
irrationalism  of  superstition  and  the  despotism  of 
militarism  «•»  &+> 

Managing  Editor  "  Chiropractor"  r»     p     7l/r,f/,re 

Davenport,  Iowa  f  •   "•  MyerS. 

HOR  many  years  I  have  been  one  of  a  vast  army 
scattered  from  Coast  to  Coast,  and  from  the 
Great  Lakes  to  the  Gulf,  which  has  held  Elbert  Hubbard 
as  its  leader  in  the  National  Movement  towards  higher 
standards  of  thinking  and  living;  and  I  believe  that  a 
multitude  of  our  people  feel  a  personal  loss  today,  as  I 
do,  through  the  unspeakable  tragedy  that  has  deprived 
America  of  a  foremost  thinker  and  a  leader  in  the  work 
of  creating  new  ideals,  or,  at  least,  new  standards  of 
truth  and  sincerity. 

General  Director  The  Louisiana  Company  ri     11 

New  Orleans,  La.  <" 


154 


IN  MEMORIAM 


©LBERT  and  I  did  not  always  "  hitch,"  but  no  man 
had  more  respect  for  his  wonderful  ability  than 
your  humble  servant,  who  feels  his  untimely  death  a 
personal  loss. 

He  did  things,  and  he  did  them  well.  In  spite  of 
obstacles  which  would  have  discouraged  most  men,  he 
carried  out  his  plans  to  the  letter.  Some  sought  to  crush 
him.  He  came  out  on  top  like  a  cork  on  water.  Others 
ignored  him.  He  made  them  sit  up  and  take  notice.  He 
violated  dogmatic  codes  and  made  his  critics  ashamed. 
He  exposed  the  shams  of  society,  the  humbuggery  of 
the  Medical  Trust,  the  hypocrisy  of  religion.  He  taught 
and  practised  the  simple  life.  He  left  gems  of  literature 
— and  died  with  his  boots  on. 

Charles  McCormick,  M.  D. 


Editor  "  Mature  Medicine 
Chicago,  III. 


If  there  is  a  life  after  this,  we  are  pre 
paring  for  it  now,  just  as  I  am  preparing 
today  for  my  life  tomorrow.  The  kind  of  a 
man  I  shall  be  next  month  depends  on  the 
kind  of  a  man  I  have  been  this  month  s» 


ELBERT  AND  ALICE  HUBBARD 

BAND  in  hand  with  smiling  faces, 
For  nearing  danger  had  no  fear, 
Side  by  side  each  other  waiting 
The  Master's  welcome  held  so  dear. 

Death  nor  danger  had  no  horror, 
Life  had  been  a  work  well  done ; 
Now  they  sleep  beneath  the  billows 
Kissed  by  morn1  and  evening  sun. 

Sleep,  dear  friends,  and  may  your  slumber 
Wake  in  us  a  hope  benign: 
May  we  profit  by  your  precepts, 
May  we  make  our  lives  divine. 

President  Knoxvillg  Buainett  College 

Knoxville,  Tenn.  Hll 


[HE  hardest  thing  about  the  death  of 
Elbert  Hubbard  is  in  realizing  that 
he  is  gone. 

In  a  way  we  have  all  been  expecting 
that  some   man  sauntering  on  the 
Irish  sands,  or  some  steamer  slow 
ing  down  to  pick  up  her  pilot,  would 
happen  upon  a  floating  bottle,   and  in  that  bottle   a' 
message  from  our  friend  the  Fra. 

He  must  have  thought  of  that  when  he  knew  the 
11  Lusitania  "  was  sinking.  There  surely  came  upon  him 
some  wish  to  send  his  good-by  to  his  friends.  There  was 
a  thing  then  that  he  had  to  say  to  them  to  keep  for  his 
remembrance.  And  we  dream  yet  that  he  found  time  to 
write  that  last  word  on  a  sheet  of  paper,  and  cork  it  in  a 
bottle,  and  cast  that  bottle  on  the  waves. 
For  Hubbard  was  our  Speechmaster.  He  was  our  Poet. 
He  made  his  wisdom  for  our  common  days.  He  was  of 
us,  the  Folks  that  Make  the  World;  he  was  as  strong, 
as  weak  as  we  are.  And  we  that  loved  him  loved 
without  illusion. 

There  was  genius  in  Elbert  Hubbard — genius  and  a 
Song  that  reached  the  heart  of  us  and  sent  us  tramping 
bravely  through  our  days.  He  made  the  job  we  had  to 
do  Worth  While.  He  sang  the  enduring  virtues,  for  he 
sang  of  labor  and  of  business  and  of  railroads  and  the 
little  things  we  do  from  morn  to  night  that  make  the 
world  go  'round. 
He  took  us  climbing  with  him  to  the  Heights  ;  we  sank 


158  IN  MEMORIAM 

with  him  to  Hell  until  we  saw  that  Hell  was  but  the 
nightmare  of  our  souls.  We  sawed  wood  with  him  ; 
kept  shop  ;  went  to  our  banks  ;  hammered  the  iron  upon 
the  anvil  'till  it  was  a  creditable  shoe  ;  dispelled  our 
doubts  and  fears  concerning  failure  ;  sang  in  the  morn 
ing  as  we  scrubbed  our  face  ;  and  went  to  bed,  holding 
that  life  was  excellent. 

And  now  he  lies  deep  in  the  old  Atlantic  and  listens  to 
the  ship's  bells  overhead  and  goes  to  sleep  again  when 
they  have  passed. 

Well,  let  him  lie  there  ;  the  sea  's  the  grave  of  heroes  ; 
and,  when  it  opens  to  the  Trump  of  Doom,  he  will  walk 
up  the  sands  and  stand  before  the  Throne  and  say  in 
answer  to  the  Herald's  challenge,  "  I  did  the  best  I 
could."  *•»  &+ 

We  like  to  think  of  Hubbard  standing  there  ;  that  smile 
of  his  serene  and  undisturbed  ;  looking  at  God  as  one 
looks  at  a  Friend  ;  ready  to  ask  that  things  be  On  the 
Square  and  fair  to  each  last  sinner  of  us  all. 
We  like  to  think  of  him  in  Paradise  ;  joking  with  Peter  ; 
telling  tales  to  Paul  ;  the  Secretary  of  the  Apostles' 
Club  ;  sending  a  message  by  a  shooting-star  down  there 
to  East  Aurora  ;  making  his  Little  Journeys  to  the 
Saints  ;  wishing  at  times  to  see  the  colored  man  walk 
through  the  Pullmans  droning  "  last  call  for  dinner  in 
the  dining-car." 


IN  MEMORIAM  159 

Well,  he  will  never  hear  that  call  again  until  Mankind 
sits  down  to  table  at  the  Day  of  Judgment  to  sup  with 
God  the  King. 

But  we  will  think  of  him  until  the  end — a  friend  who  is 
not  dead,  but  waits  Somewhere  for  us  to  greet  us 
unawares.  For  he  is  but  upon  some  Journey  gone,  and 
when  we  follow  him  it  is  our  hope  that  we  shall  go  as  he 
went,  cheerful  and  unafraid,  content  to  die  or  live  as  it 
should  happen,  and  saying  in  the  end,  "  Life  liked  me 
well."  .*>»  £•» 

Elbert  Hubbard  dead  !  Go  to  !  He  is  immortal,  and  with 
the  immortals  sings  today. 

We  knew  him  and  we  liked  him.  He  made  songs  from 
the  commonplace.  He  made  the  commonplace  seem 
Best  of  All.  His  little  books  were  testaments  of  courage. 
d  He  must  have  stood  up  when  he  knew  that  Death 
was  coming  and  hailed  Him  with  a  cheer  and  said  : 
"  Come  on,  Old  Man,  don't  look  so  glum  about  it.  It  's 
your  job  ;  don't  you  see?  So  do  it  gracefully.  Smile, 
damn  you!"  And  Death  said  back  to  him:  "Hubbard,  a 
few  like  you  would  put  my  game  upon  the  blink.  I  'm 
busy,  Elbert,  but  not  too  busy  to  wish  you  'd  stayed  at 
home.  Life  's  where  your  business  lies." 
That  's  how  I  think  of  him  the  last  of  all.  And  then  the 
sea  runs  smoothly  where  the  "  Lusitania  "  sank. 
Well,  let  's  keep  the  work  still  going  that  he  started, 


160  IN  MEMORIAM 

cheering  mankind  and  making  the  Job  Worth  While. 
And  who  knows  but  that,  some  day,  he  may  get  to  us 
by  wireless  and  say  to  us,  "  Well  done  I  " 
For,  some  day,  we  shall  hear  again  from  Elbert  Hub- 
bard.  That  message  in  a  bottle  is  bobbing  'round  the 
old  Atlantic.  We  '11  wait  for  it  until  it  drives  ashore. 

Editor  "  Denver  Post  "  u     TJ    T 

Denver,  Colo.  »  £1.  xl.  1  0777771672. 


HUBBARD'S  writings  and  sayings  will 
be  handed  down  to  future  generations  as  among 
the  best  that  ever  were  published.  I  have  used  his 
mottoes  and  his  writings  a  great  many  times,  and 
certainly  I  shall  miss  words  from  his  pen  in  the  future. 
All  I  can  say  is  that  the  whole  country  will  miss  Mr.  and 
Mrs.  Hubbard  and  the  grand  work  which  they  have 
done  in  the  past,  and  particularly  the  writings  of  Mr. 
Hubbard  to  young  people. 

r'"*  P.  W.  Brazier. 


well-nigh  twenty  years  of  the  most 
pleasant  business  dealings  with  Mr.  Hubbard 
we  had  course  to  know  his  matchless  integrity  and  those 
high  qualities  of  mind  and  spirit  that  bespoke  the  great 
ness  of  the  man. 

William 


Buffalo  Electrotype  Works 

Buffalo,  N.  Y.  Andrew  R.  Koehler. 


IN  MEMORIAM  161 

XCAME  to  know  Elbert  Hubbard  through  his 
books:  first  the  outside  of  them — they  were  so 
beautifully  made  —  then  through  the  inside,  and  I 
recognized  that  a  man  who  could  make  a  book  so 
beautifully  would  do  everything  he  touched  with  the 
same  care  and  exquisite  regard  for  the  sake  of  its 
appearance  and  for  its  intellectual  appeal. 
Of  course  I  knew  that  he  was  not  making  these  books, 
but  that  he  was  insisting  that  others  should  make  them 
as  he  himself  would  have  made  them  had  he  been 
brought  up  to  that  trade. 

"  Do  what  I  tell  you  to  do,"  is  what  made  the  Roycroft 
Shop  what  it  is  :  the  beautiful  furniture  designed,  the 
beautiful  bindings,  the  beautiful  typesetting,  the  beau 
tiful  statuary,  and  etchings  ;  indeed,  the  whole  aspect 
of  the  place  is  the  result  of  other  people  doing  what  the 
master  mind  had  told  them  to  do. 

Hubbard,  himself,  could  not  have  carved  a  statue  or 
perhaps  have  drawn  a  picture,  but  when  he  was  about 
his  mind  was  of  the  character  that  would  compel  others 
to  see  things  his  way,  and  to  do  accordingly — and  his 
way  was  good  because  he  was  good — artistic,  high- 
minded,  clean  in  spirit  and  body. 

The  man  Hubbard  was  the  guiding  spirit  of  the  place, 
as  he  was  one  of  the  guiding  spirits  of  the  world. 
New  York  city  David  Bispham. 


162  IN  MEMORIAM 

'  HAVE  known  Mr.  Hubbard  since  Nineteen 
Hundred  Three.  Coming  here  from  New 
York  I  engaged  in  business  with  more  brains 
x*-  ^^v  than  money  and  naturally  a  little  fearful 
lest  I  could  not  make  it  a  paying  thing ;  when  one  day 
the  good  news  came  to  me  that  Elbert  Hubbard  was  to 
give  a  lecture  here,  and  I  assure  you  I  lost  no  time  in 
going  to  see  him  and  hear  him  also,  for  by  that  time  I 
was  really  at  the  crossroads,  mentally. 
Only  those  who  know  the  joy  of  meeting  old  friends 
can  appreciate  my  feelings  at  the  moment  when  Mr. 
Hubbard  stepped  on  the  platform,  and  his  first  words 
were,  "  If  you  want  to  be  a  success  in  this  world,  then 
the  first  step  is  to  abolish  fear,  for  the  power  that  places 
a  responsibility  on  you  knows  that  you  are  equal  to  it  or 
you  would  not  be  selected  to  assume  it."  Well,  I  almost 
wept  with  happiness,  and  from  that  moment  to  this  I 
have  been  a  success ;  and  today  his  picture  graces  my 
desk  where  many  tangible  problems  are  solved.  Mr. 
Hubbard' s  picture,  today  as  we  look  on  it,  is  a  blessing, 
a  benediction  and  an  inspiration  to  me  and  my  force. 
Oakland,  Cat.  Margaret  Weeks. 

Elbert  Hubbard  was  as  a  brother  to  me.  I  shall  miss 
him  until  the  end  comes  for  me. 

.  P..  Byron  W.  Kirtg,  A.  M.,  Ph.  D. 


IN  MEMORIAM  163 

F  it  were  possible  to  find  adequate  words  at  my 
^-•-s,  command  to  express  the  love  and  appreciation 
that  is  in  my  heart  for  Elbert  and  Alice  Hubbard  I  would 
be  most  happy.  But,  it  does  seem  an  impossible  thing 
to  voice  what  is  in  my  heart.  The  sense  of  personal  loss, 
the  feeling  of  eternal  obligations  to  those  two  great 
intellects  and  mighty  souls,  are  almost  overpowering 
when  one  faces  them.  Surely  no  two  people  alive  or 
dead  are  so  absolutely  alive  as  Alice  and  Elbert  Hub- 
bard,  whose  written  and  spoken  words  have  carried 
and  will  carry  such  mental  stimulus,  such  optimism  and 
incentive  for  big  thoughts  and  deeds  to  all  who  have 
been  fortunate  enough  to  know  them,  either  personally 
or  through  their  great  work. 

Ocean  City,  N.  J.  LOUTC  NelsOH  Hall. 

QLBERT  HUBBARD  added  many  notes  to  the 
chromatic  scale  of  literature,  playing  his  scores 
of  "Little  Journeys"  thereon  with  the  most  acute  and 
perceptive  melodies  of  the  Human  Heart. 
No  other  American  has  imparted  so  much  Strength, 
Courage  and  Inspiration  to  the  youth  of  this  nation  as  he. 
€1  And  as  for  his  wife,  she  wrote  one  article  that  I  have 
read  more  times  than  I  have  any  other  in  our  language. 
Adieu,  sweet  souls — Adieu! 

Aulander,  N.  C.  R*  E.   White. 


164  IN  MEMORIAM 

THINK  I  liked  Elbert  Hubbard  because  I  have 
always  liked  preachers,  and  this  he  was  although 
at  many  times  he  failed  to  fellowship  with  some  of  the 
more  orthodox  ones,  and  he  very  often  perverted  the 
text  for  fear  he  would  be  called  orthodox;  but  is  there 
any  difference  between  "  Cast  your  bread  upon  the 
water"  and  "The  man  who  never  does  any  more  than 
he  gets  paid  for  never  gets  paid  for  any  more  than  he 
does  ";  or  between  "Be  a  good  forgetter"  and  "Forgive 
your  enemies  "? 

Elbert  Hubbard  rendered  a  great  service  in  helping 
people  to  sense  the  great  philosophies  of  life.  I  am 
putting  up  as  a  tribute  to  him  a  lot  of  his  sayings  in  the 
shape  of  a  frieze  in  one  of  the  rotundas.  In  this  way 
will  the  memory  of  the  man  who  has  done  much  to 
help  me  be  perpetuated  in  my  family  and  among  my 
friends  so-  .^o» 

The  Mission  Inn  r,         - 

Riverside,  Cai.  Frank  A.  Miller. 


Put  yourself  in  the  other  man's  place  and 
then  you  will  know  why  he  thinks  certain 
things  and  does  certain  deeds.  Put  your 
self  in  his  place  and  your  blame  will  dis 
solve  itself  into  pity,  and  your  tears  will 
wipe  out  the  record  of  his  misdeeds  &*• 
The  saviors  of  the  world  have  simply 
been  men  with  wondrous  sympathy  s+ 


CROSSING   THE   BAR 

(A  Favorite  with  Elbert  Hubbard) 

and  evening  star, 
And  one  clear  call  for  me! 
And  may  there  be  no  moaning  of  the  bar, 
When  I  put  out  to  sea, 

But  such  a  tide  as  moving  seems  asleep, 

Too  full  for  sound  and  foam, 
When  that  which  drew  from  out  the  boundless  deep 

Turns  again  home. 

Twilight  and  evening  bell, 

And  after  that  the  dark! 
And  may  there  be  no  sadness  of  farewell, 

When  I  embark; 

For  tho'  from  out  our  bourne  of  Time  and  Place 

The  flood  may  bear  me  far, 
I  hope  to  see  my  Pilot  face  to  face 

When  I  have  crossed  the  bar. 

Alfred,  Lord  Tennyson. 


N  all  this  horrible  war,  the  passing  of 
Elbert  Hubbard  is  the  supreme 
tragedy  $•»  &+> 

To  me  he  was  easily  the  deepest 
thinker,  the  sanest  philosopher  and 
the  ablest  writer  of  his  time. 
No   other   man   has    so   profoundly 
influenced  me  in  every  human  faculty. 
He  constantly  revealed  things  I  long  knew  and  believed, 
but  did  not  know  I  knew  and  believed  them  until  he 
told  me. 

The  Fra's  intellect  swept  the  universe  and  ventured  far 
out  into  uncharted  space. 
He  was  a  universal  man. 

He  brought  our  notions  about  Deity  down  to  date  ; 
helped  more  than  Ingersoll  to  laugh  the  devil  out  of 
existence  ;  made  doctors  unnecessary  by  prescribing 
fresh  air,  laughter  and  work  ;  and  showed  how  little 
justice  there  is  in  law. 

He  taught  the  divinity  of  work,  and  revealed  how  much 
happiness  there  is  if  you  simply  reach  out  and  take  it  s^ 
Every  topic  he  touched  took  on  a  new  and  interesting 
aspect  £«*  £•» 

If  he  wrote  about  sawdust,  the  theme  became  absorb 
ing  under  his  surpassing  genius. 

The  dear  Fra  wrote  words  that  leaped  with  laughter,  and 
still  other  words  that  were  wet  with  tears. 
His  sense  of  humor  was  as  keen  as  any  blade  that  ever 
came  out  of  Damascus,  while  his  wisdom  and  knowledge 


168  IN  MEMORIAM 

were  profoundly  deep.  If  men  ever  touch  fingers  with 

the  Infinite — if  the  Almighty  ever  speaks  to  mortals,  as 

is  alleged  in  Holy  Writ — then  Hubbard  was  one  such 

man,  and  he  was  a  prophet  as  surely  as  the  prophets  of 

the  dead  and  misty  past. 

Those  who  have  listened  to  Elbert  Hubbard  in  his 

inspired  moments  at  the  Chapel,  and  looked  into  those 

strangely  magnetic  eyes  when  the  voltage  was  high,  can 

only  believe   that  this   man  was   surely   set  apart  to 

influence  and  direct  the  times  in  which  he  lived  and  the 

times  that  are  to  come. 

That  the  Hubbard  philosophy  will  make  still  more  rapid 

headway  is  certain,  for  it  is  one  of  the  paradoxes  of  life 

that  we  do  not  recognize  and  appreciate  genius  to  the 

full  until  we  lose  it. 

To  many  of  us  the  fondest  recollections  go  back  to  the 

late  Eighties  and  the  early  Nineties,  when  Hubbard 

was  a  stray  comet  in  the  literary  sky,  which  had  not  yet 

found  its  orbit. 

In  those  good  days  the  specter  of  a  large  payroll  did  not 

haunt  him,  and  the  burdens  of  a  great  institution  were 

not  fastened  upon  his  back. 

We  love  the  days  of  the  fireside  talks,  the  cider  and 

apples  and  hickory-nuts,  the  merry  persiflage  when  the 

sun  sank  in  golden  glory  in  the  West. 

Our  hearts  return  to  the  time  when  Hubbard  fished  his 


IN  MEMORIAM  169 

"  Little  Journeys  "  out  of  the  ink-bottle  away  off  in  the 
little  cabin  in  the  woods  &+>  We  look  back  fondly  into  the 
past  when  the  making  of  things  by  hand  was  the  guiding 
inspiration — when  lassies  from  the  farms  beautified 
books  with  brush  and  colors. 

To  me  the  growth  of  the  Roy  croft  Idea  into  a  great 
commercial  institution  was  almost  a  tragedy,  and  yet 
we  now  see  the  wisdom  and  foresight  of  a  master  mind. 
C^  The  great  Roy  croft  Shop  henceforth  has  a  mission 
that  will  make  it  still  greater,  and  that  is  to  print  and 
send  out  over  all  the  earth  the  mighty  works  of  this 
mighty  man. 

To  this  purpose  every  heir  to  the  genius  of  Hubbard 
should  dedicate  himself,  and  the  compensation  will  be 
the  satisfaction  of  bestowing  a  blessing  and  a  benedic 
tion  upon  the  human  race. 

We  mourn  the  loss  of  every  life  in  this  mad  and  insane 
war,  but  most  of  all  do  we  mourn  the  loss  of  Elbert 
Hubbard  &+•  &+• 

Of  the  millions  of  human  beings  that  crowd  the  earth, 
there  is  not  one  to  take  his  place. 
This  thought  must  now  comfort  us  : 
He   always   lifted  up   his   voice   for  Liberty,   and   his 
philosophy  eternally  advocated  Happiness,  Health  and 
Honest  Work. 

Treasurer  Omega  Chemical  Co  D      *   **     */r 

New  York  aty  Bert  M.  Moses. 


170  IN  MEMORIAM 

JBERT  HUBBARD,  more  than  any  one  else, 
living  or  dead,  helped  me  to  live.  He  was 
a  practical  philosopher,  an  apostle  of  the 
workaday.  To  leisure  folk  he  might  mean 
spice  or  tabasco  in  the  flavor  of  their  lives,  but  to  those 
who  live  by  doing  he  was  the  needful  bread  for 
every-day  consumption. 

I  never  clasped  hands,  nor  exchanged  spoken  words, 
with  him,  but  there  was  no  need.  His  simitar-like  mind, 
his  great  soul  and  capacious  heart  spoke  to  us  across 
the  spaces.  The  spirit  of  our  Fra  Elbertus  was  pervasive. 
Distance  did  not  count,  nor  does  it  now  count.  He  has 
left  so  voluminous  a  record  of  his  thoughts  that  we  can 
feed  upon  and  live  by  them  to  the  end  of  our  lives,  even 
though  there  be  future  centenarians  among  us. 
In  my  scrapbook  of  precious  things  I  have  pasted  two 
letters  on  the  cheery  yellow  Roycroft  stationery.  It  is 
significant  of  him  that  both  began,  "  My  dear  Ada." 
Formalities  among  his  readers  were  not  for  him. 
Referring  in  this  letter  to  a  manuscript  of  mine  which  he 
afterwards  published  in  "  The  Fra,"  he  ended  kindly 
appreciation  of  it  with  the  words  :  "  It  had  the  actinic 
ray.  It  contained  the  friendly  germ."  Certainly  the 
friendly  germ  dwelt  within,  and  multiplied  in,  him.  It 
was  part  of  his  gospel  not  to  walk  with  eyes  star-fixed, 
and  so  walking  to  stumble,  but  to  walk  shoulder  to 


IN  MEMORIAM  171 

shoulder,  palm  to  palm,  eye  to  eye,  among  one's  fellows. 
C.  He  was  a  foe  to  snobbery  in  the  name  of  morality. 
"  I  care  not  what  a  man  is.  I  only  care  what  he  has 
become,"  he  said,  and  saying,  practised. 
"  Work,  study,  laugh,  love,  play."  This  was  his  litany 
of  daily  living.  It  comprehended  the  gamut  of  life.  It 
was  the  recipe  of  human  happiness.  Often  he  repeated 
it,  but  not  too  often.  With  innumerable  and  always 
cheer-bringing  variations,  he  preached  those  five  neces 
sities  of  the  balanced  existence. 

He  enriched  my  life  by  guiding  my  reading  away  from 
the  particular  into  the  general.  He  gave  me  vision  of  the 
largeness  of  life  and  the  universality  of  human  interests. 
He  taught  me  to  be  gentle  in  my  judgments,  and  showed 
me  the  futility  of  rancor.  He  slackened  furiously  beat 
ing  pulses  by  his  words,  "In  a  world  where  death  is, 
there  is  no  room  for  hate." 

He  taught  me  not  to  fear  life.  He  caused  me  to  discover 
that  it  is  no  bodeful  enemy  of  ours,  but  a  vigorous 
sparring  partner,  no  more  to  be  feared  than  the  punch 
ing -bag  with  which  we  exercise  of  a  morning,  and  that 
while  it  deals  us  a  blow  now  and  then,  does  so  without 
malice  and  because  of  our  own  awkwardness. 
He  has  left  us  his  philosophy  and  his  shining  example. 
But  even  the  memory  of  that  sun  of  his  spirit,  that 
could  not  be  eclipsed,  can  not  pluck  out  the  bitterness 


172  IN  MEMORIAM 

of  his  passing.  In  one  of  his  letters  in  my  book  of 
precious  things  he  referred  to  a  delay  and  said,  "  It 
was  caused  by  the  atrocious  conduct  of  Bill  Kaiser,  who 
is  kicking  up  so  much  dust  across  the  sea."  In  one  of 
his  latest  lay  sermons  he  repeated  his  doctrine  of 
courage,  of  work,  of  good-  will.  "  The  man  who  lives 
thus  nothing  can  harm,"  he  said,  "  and  when  he  goes 
down  it  will  be  amid  a  wreck  of  worlds." 
He  was  such  a  man  and  he  has  gone  down.  Upon  such 
wreckage  of  worlds  we  seem  to  have  fallen,  that  made 
the  manner  of  his  death  possible. 
New  York  city  Ada  Patterson. 

LBERT  HUBBARD  was  one  of  the  greatest 
emancipators,  towering  above  all  men  who  had 
ever  lived,  perhaps,  in  his  ability  to  state  facts  more 
tersely  than  had  ever  been  done  before.  Centuries  may 
elapse  before  such  a  mind  may  appear  again.  His  loss  is 
a  worldwide  calamity. 

Santa  Rosa,  Cal.  Luther 


I  regret  more  than  I  can  tell  the  loss  of  Mr.  and  Mrs. 
Hubbard.  They  were  my  good  friends  —  we  exchanged 
many  thoughts.  Two  great,  bright  lights  have  been 
snuffed  out  —  and,  oh,  how  dark  it  is! 

The  Barker-Swan  Service  PJ....V.   r     D^I,,,, 

Chicago,  in.  Edwin  L.  Barker. 


IN  MEMORIAM  173 

REGARD  Elbert  Hubbard  as  one  of  the  greatest 
men  that  this  country  has  ever  produced,  and 
nothing  has  happened  in  recent  years  that  has  so  much 
grieved  me  as  the  sad,  untimely  death  of  this  great 
thinker  and  writer.  I  have  been  reading  everything  that 
he  has  written  for  a  number  of  years,  and  I  am  pleased 
to  say  that  I  am  a  bigger  and  better  man  for  having 
done  so  £•»  &+• 

Atlanta,  Ga.  J-  D.  AtklSSOTl. 

I  FEEL,  as  do  thousands  of  other  Philistines,  that 
the  world  has  lost  a  man  whose  immense  soul 
was  full  of  love  for  all  humankind  and  with  a  mind 
that  could,  seemingly  without  effort,  delve  to  the  pro- 
foundest  depths  or  soar  to  the  lofty  heights  of  canonized 
bards  «•»  £*> 

As  the  Sixteenth  Century  was  marked  by  Shakespeare, 
and  the  Eighteenth  by  Pope,  so  will  Elbert  Hubbard 's 
writings    portray    the    spirit    of   these    days    and    the 
advanced  civilization  of  the  New  World. 
Troy,  N.  Y.  B.  B.  Williamson,  D.  D.  S. 

I  loved  Elbert  Hubbard  and  share  in  the  loss  of  our 
friend.  The  world  needs  such  men.  Words  can  not 
express  my  regrets  in  his  being  taken  away  from  us. 
Chicago,  m.  W.  E.  Buehler,  M.  D. 


174  IN  MEMORIAM 

ELBERT   HUBBARD 
ES— I  knew  him  well: 
He  was  a  kindly  man, 
And  I  am  glad  that  I  have  lived 
To  hear  a  thousand  little  squeaking  squibs 
That  once  spake  ill  of  him, 
In  patriotic  guise  now  pipe  his  praise. 
He  was  his  Country's  sacrifice  : 
He  had  no  fear  of  self  or  men  or  death, 
And  I  can  see  him,  even  as  the  ship  goes  down, 
"  Contemplate  with  pleasure  the  exquisite  '  transition 
of  death.'  " 

He  lived  each  day  prepared  to  live,  and  so  prepared  to  die. 

He  told  me  once,  no  inspiration  greater  ever  came  to  him, 

Than  when  he  visited  Whitman,  and  Old  Walt 

With  palsied  hand  beat  with  his  cane  upon  the  floor, 

The  while,  with  mighty  voice,  he  read  aloud  these  lines  : 

"  Come  lovely  and  soothing  Death, 

Undulate  round  the  world,  serenely  arriving,  arriving, 

In  the  day,  in  the  night,  to  all,  to  each, 

Sooner  or  later,  delicate  Death." 

It  was  a  little  prairie  town  where  he  was  born, 
Close  by  where  Lincoln  lived, 

And  where  the  voice  of  Bob  Burdette  with  laughter  rang, 
And  Ingersoll  with  thundering  challenge  spake, 


IN  MEMORIAM  175 

And  where  the  poet  Hovey  first  saw  the  light  of  day; 

All  these  he  loved, 

And  each  impressed  his  stamp  upon  his  soul, 

And  he,  the  many-sided  man, 

Contained  the  elements  of  all — 

Counselor,  jester,  reasoner,  poet — all  in  one. 

He  spread  new  Gospel  o'er  the  land, 

And  opened  wells  of  inspiration 

That  quenched  the  thirst  of  many  a  famished  soul. 

He  gave  to  Art  a  higher  place, 

To  Labor  newer  zeal, 

And  thundered  so  against  the  battlements 

Of  Orthodoxy,  that  men  began  to  feel 

That  God  was  in  themselves,  as  well  as  in  the  Church. 

He  rests — a  victim  of  strange  Fate, 

And  though  we  curse  the  cause, 

We  will  not  mourn  for  him — 

He  would  not  have  it  so — 

But  we  shall  draw  our  inspiration  from  his  source, 

And  live  our  lives,  that  we  may  prove  : 

11  To  live  in  hearts  we  leave  behind  is  not  to  die." 

Indianapolis,  Ind.  ~_^^  GeOTge  Bicknell. 

An  American   Religion  :   Work,  Play,   Breathe, 
Bathe,  Study,  Laugh,  Live  and  Love., 


176  IN  MEMORIAM 

assuring  you  of  the  personal  loss  I  have  sus- 
tained  in  the  passing  of  Elbert  Hubbard  and 
Alice  Hubbard,  I  fully  realize  my  inability  to  adequately 
express  myself. 

The  shock,  the  sorrow,  the  pity  of  it  that  such  things 
could  be  are  too  great  for  mere  mention.  I  admired 
Elbert  Hubbard  not  only  for  the  brilliancy  of  his 
writings,  but  because  I  believed  him  to  be  a  sincere 
worker  in  the  interests  of  his  fellowmen.  The  world 
can  illy  spare  such  a  man,  but  the  gems  of  thought  he 
left  behind  will  remain  to  cheer  and  encourage  the 
faint-hearted  of  this  and  coming  ages. 

South  Bend,  Ind.  J-  &•  Oliver. 

I  HAVE   known   Mr.    Hubbard   for  the   past   ten 
years  and  his  writings  and  brilliant  lectures  have 
always  been  an  inspiration  to   me.   That  he  was   an 
uppermost  factor  in  the  uplift  of  mankind  goes  without 
saying  «•»   «•» 

Fairbanks,  Morse  &  Co.  p     r*     Vft^t^^nl 

Chicago,  in.  *•  E-  Kaeppel. 

The  loss  of  Elbert  Hubbard  is  a  great  loss  to  the  world. 
His  writings  made  people  think.  His  place  in  history 
will  be  among  the  brightest  minds  the  world  has  pro 
duced. 

Grand  Consul  Washington  Memorial  /-i    i    /-»!._,,»„„    A      7.n  !*•«<» A** 

Highway  Ass'n,  Fairfax,  S.  D.  Col.  ChaTleS  A.  JohnSOH. 


IN  MEMORIAM  177 

aT  a  meeting  of  the  Men's  Club  of  the  Lafayette 
Reformed  Church,  held  Tuesday  evening,  June 
Eighth,  the  following  resolution  was  passed: 
Whereas,  in  the  passing  away  of  Elbert  Hubbard,  this 
Club  has  lost  one  of  its  most  distinguished  members; 
a  man  whose  name  and  works  are  known  in  many 
parts  of  the  world,  and  t 

Whereas,  he  honored  this  Club  by  becoming  an  active 
member,  which  he  was  induced  to  do  by  his  expressed 
approval  of  the  objects  of  the  Club  and  the  goodfellow- 
ship  which  existed,  be  it 

Resolved,  that  the  Men's  Club  of  the  Lafayette  Church, 
Jersey  City,  does  hereby  express  its  sincere  regret  over 
the  severe  loss  which  the  Club  has  sustained. 

Oscar  A.  Lindauer, 

Jersey  City,  N.  J,  <raoae=»-  General  Secretary. 

HAVE  been  entertained,  enlightened  and  in  turn 
convulsed  and  saddened  by  the  works  of  Elbert 

Hubbard,  more  so  than  by  any  other  writer  who  ever 

lived;  and  the  knowledge  that  the  curtain  has  forever 

fallen  is  almost  unbearable. 

Philadelphia,  Pa.  William  A.  Beavan. 

Like  Lincoln,  Hubbard  went  down  to  the  assassin  of  a 
lost  cause.  It 's  a  shame.  Perhaps  it  had  to  be. 

Winfield 


178 


IN  MEMORIAM 


>w^HATEVER  may  be  our  personal  opinions  of  his 
J  characteristics,  which  some  of  us  may  consider  a 
departure  at  times  from  the  conventional  requirements 
of  society,  we  yet  may  pay  tribute  to  the  genius  of  the 
man,  in  admiration  for  his  bold  championship  of  the 
rights  of  free  speech  and  thought,  and  to  his  expressed 
intolerance  of  shams  and  hypocrisy.  A  genius  so  bene 
ficial  to  mankind  justifies  us,  I  think,  in  the  hope,  if 
not  the  belief,  that  it  has  not  been  snuffed  out  by  the 
waters  of  the  sea,  but  has  only  been  transferred  to  a 
higher  plane  of  activity  where  under  better  conditions 
it  will  grow  and  benefit  even  more  than  it  did  on  this 
plane  of  existence. 

President  Rotary  Club  C*  on     W 

Pittsburgh,  Pa.  **eo-    ™. 


If  we  are  ever  damned  it  will  not  be 
because  we  have  loved  too  much, 
but  because  we  have  loved  too  little. 


ELBERT  HUBBARD 

©OOD-NIGHT,  friend  Fra,  you  've  gone  to  bed 
Among  the  cohorts  of  the  "  dead," 
Your  body  sleeping  in  the  sea, 
Your  soul  wrapped  in  Infinity. 

On  earth  fair  war  on  written  page 

Your  pen  was  ever  strong  to  wage ; 

And  though  your  corpse  ne'er  knows  the  sod, 

Your  soul  now  knows  the  Only  God. 

Philistine,  Fra,  O  mortal  wise, 
Who  saw  all  things  with  Prophet's  eyes, 
Torpedoed  on  material  sea 
You  've  now  reached  your  Infinity. 
Cincinnati,  Ohio  Howard  Saxby,  Jr. 


[MERSON  said,  "When  God  lets 
loose  a  thinker  on  this  earth,  be 
ware."  There  certainly  was  a  thinker 
let  loose  when  Elbert  Hubbard  was 
born.  He  was  a  born  discoverer  of 
men,  a  man  who  had  a  genius  for 
arousing  the  ambition,  especially  of 
the  young,  a  man  who  had  a  genius  for  energizing  people. 
He  was  never  dreary,  never  commonplace.  He  always 
compelled  attention.  However  we  might  differ  with  him 
in  his  opinions  we  never  could  help  listening,  and  we 
were  always  influenced  by  him. 

I  certainly  feel  that  I  am  very  greatly  indebted  to  him. 
He  has  been  an  inspiration  to  me  for  many  years. 
From  the  last  number  of  "  The  Fra  "  I  quote  this 
sentence:  "The  last  test  is  this:  What  influence  has  a 
man's  life  had  upon  civilization?  "  Now,  we  all  know 
that  Mr.  Hubbard  has  influenced  civilization  as  very 
few  men  have.  I  don't  know  of  any  man,  possibly 
barring  one  or  two ,  who  has  helped  to  discover  so  many 
young  men  as  has  Mr.  Hubbard.  Many  young  men  have 
told  me  that  "  A  Message  to  Garcia  "  has  been  the 
turning-point  in  their  career.  It  has  shown  them  ability, 
resources  which  they  never  before  dreamed  they  pos 
sessed.  If  Mr.  Hubbard  had  never  written  anything 
else  than  "A  Message  to  Garcia,"  I  believe  that  one 
thing  would  have  made  him  famous.  It  has  done  more 
good  than  many  profound  works  on  theology,  and  will 
continue  to  be  a  living  force  for  many  years  to  come. 


182  IN  MEMORIAM 

In  trying  to  measure  Mr.  Hubbard  we  should  have  to 
put  a  measuring -line  around  his  atmosphere.  He  was 
not  all  accounted  for  between  his  hat  and  his  boots,  as 
some  writer  has  said.  He  was  not  all  accounted  for  in 
his  physiology  and  his  anatomy.  There  was  something 
in  Mr.  Hubbard — something  back  of  the  flesh,  but  not 
of  it — which  made  for  a  powerful  personality.  Wherever 
he  went  he  was  like  a  huge  magnet  attracting  people  to 
him.  No  matter  whether  they  agreed  with  him  or  not, 
he  attracted  them,  he  interested  them,  and  wherever  he 
went  he  was  the  observed  of  all  observers.  I  have  often 
seen  people  stop  and  turn  around  on  the  street  to  look 
at  him.  He  was  a  remarkable  personality,  and  however 
we  may  estimate  his  life  we  must  acknowledge  this, 
that  he  was  a  tremendous  force — a  masterful  man  &+ 
New  York  city  Dr.  Orison  Swett  Marden. 

BECAME  a  subscriber  to  "The  Fra  "  because 
Elbert  Hubbard  seemed  to  be  a  man  quite  out  of 
the  ordinary — what  the  Icelanders  used  to  call  "  not 
an  every-day  man"  —  and  I  found  in  the  work  which 
he  produced  with  such  extraordinary  enthusiasm  and 
energy  very  often  ideas  expressed  with  a  freshness  and 
originality  which  pleased  me  very  much.  I  greatly 
regretted  his  sad  and  untimely  loss. 

U.  S.  Senator  From  New  York  Hon.  Ellhu  Root. 


IN  MEMORIAM  183 

HIVE  men  were  doomed  to  die  today,  dangling 
at  the  end  of  the  hangman's  rope,  within 
these  walls. 
Five  smiling  pictures  of   Elbert  Hubbard, 
above  my  desk,  seem  happier  since  reprieves  were 
issued  at  the  last  moment,  for  he  always  was  against 
Capital   Punishment  as   inefficient,  non-deterrent,   an 
anachronism   from   the    ancients,    a   blot   on   civiliza 
tion.  It  is  appropriate,  too,  that  he  suffer  the  Death- 
Penalty  in  a  murderous,  legalized  War,  that  his  death 
might  be  a  protest. 

Practical  reform  in  penology  lost  one  of  its  ablest  advo 
cates.  A  half-million  inmates  are  heavy-hearted,  for  he 
was  truly  a  friend  to  these  friendless.  His  purse  was 
open,  his  hand  outstretched  and  his  heart  a-smiling 
open-doored  towards  prisoners,  for  he  knew  that  their 
weaknesses  and  Society's  ruthlessness  had  made  them 
social  outcasts.  He  knew  how  they  hungered  for  the 
kind  of  friendships  that  would  strengthen  any  effort 
toward  better  things.  He  gave  me  something  of  a  hope 
like  that  felt  by  these  condemned  men  today.  He  came 
to  me  when  almost  all  had  spurned  me.  What  cheer  it 
was  to  feel  that  a  man  of  Hubbard's  standing  could  find 
something  worth  while  in  my  make-up — and — when 
years  later,  he  came  to  visit  me  at  the  prison  and  put 
his  stout  arm  across  my  shoulders,  I  felt  something  very 


184  IN  MEMORIAM 

like  a  father's  love  —  something  I  'd  never  known  !  &+ 
Those  of  us  who  knew  the  MAN,  loved  him.  Some  of 
us  have  said  savage  things,  to  his  face  —  whilst  carping 
critics  have  done  little  more  than  bark  at  his  broad 
back.  Perhaps  these  last  will  be  kinder,  now  that  he 
sleeps  where  tender  fronds  of  sea  -mosses  make  soft 
his  pillow.  He  was  my  friend  and  I  can  remember  only 
his  fellowship.  Perhaps  he  smiles  beneath  the  beryl 
waters,  as  he  smiles  above  my  desk,  for  surely  he 
knows  he  is  remembered  in  our  hearts! 

Florence,  Ariz.  LOUIS  VlCtOY 


SOU  must  have  received  many  very  sympathetic 
letters  of  condolence,  as  well  as  many  sincere 
enthusiastic  letters  of  praise  and  admiration  for  Elbert 
Hubbard  £*  £•» 

Certainly  no  one  could  ever  better  express  good  solid 
truths  —  truths  necessary  for  every  one  to  know  and 
live  by  if  we  wish  to  perpetuate  our  country  and  the 
principles  upon  which  it  is  founded  —  than  did  Elbert 
Hubbard,  and  I  doubt  if  any  one  ever  reached  a  larger 
and  more  appreciative  audience  than  he. 
It  is  to  be  hoped  that  the  work  he  commenced  and  the 
institution  he  founded,  may  go  on  successfully,  following 
the  lines  laid  out  by  him. 
New  York  city  Theo.  N.  Vail. 


IN  MEMORIAM  185 

A  •  ^HILE  many  kinds  of  human  activity  must 
V  miss  the  giantesque  head  and  heart  and 
W  hand  and  voice  of  this  all-around  Man,  to 

^JLS  whom  "nothing  human  was  foreign,"  I  feel 
that  he  is  most  to  be  mourned  and  acclaimed  by  us 
freethinkers,  to  whom  for  a  generation,  and  especially 
since  the  death  of  Robert  G.  Ingersoll,  he  was  mouth 
piece  and  publicity-agent-to-the-millions. 
For  years,  long  before  I  went  on  the  religious  rampage 
myself,  Elbert  Hubbard  prevented  my  feeling  lone 
some.  He  made  it  easier,  because  of  his  own  glad  and 
easy  freedom,  to  say  freely  what  I  felt  most  deeply.  His 
own  exuberant  and  significant  individualism  made  it 
a  simpler  matter  for  one  to  be  self-insistent,  when 
conscious  at  the  same  time  of  the  desire  to  be  thereby 
the  more  efficiently  serviceable.  He  gave  glory  to 
"  crankiness." 

"  A  man,  for  a'  that  and  a1  that,"  yet  the  Fra  was  a 
typical  American,  in  that  his  whole  career  was  a  warm, 
throbbing,  marching  embodiment  of  the  Declaration  of 
Independence.  Practically,  he  said  to  the  Past  and  to 
Society:  "  I  thank  you  for  all  you  have  given,  and 
all  that  you  are,  to  me  !  But  through  me,  too,  speaks 
the  Universal  Life;  and  I  am  a  Creator  of  endless 
Society  and  of  the  infinite  Future." 

Leader  of  the  Sunday  Commons  r*i**.-i~*>  n~;~~t.~, 

Boston,  Mass.  Ltiarles  rleiscneT. 


186  IN  MEMORIAM 


ELBERT  HUBBARD 

E  judge  you  now  by  what  you  hated, 

You  trained  your  lance  on  fraud  and  cant ; 
Your  wit  and  humor  concentrated 

Have  pierced  some  hides  of  adamant. 

A  manly  nature,  kindly,  gracious, 

With  no  good  cause  or  work  at  odds ; 

Through  your  own  genius,  glad  and  spacious, 
We  have  a  message  from  the  gods. 

You  wrote  of  Lincoln,  Christ-like,  tender, 
You  saw  his  humor,  loved  the  man; 

You  taught  the  truth  his  words  engender, 
Like  him,  a  true  American. 

The  good,  the  true,  the  great,  the  gentle, 
Ah,  how  sweet  you  made  the  themes ; 

No  man  dare  call  you  sentimental, 

But  you  have  dreamed  some  pleasant  dreams. 

What  man  is  here  so  dull  or  stoic, 

What  soul  that  knew  you  well  or  long, 

But  has  learned  the  strain  heroic, 

Which  formed  the  burden  of  your  song  ? 


IN  MEMORIAM  187 

You  said  bright  things  and  having  wed  them 

To  diction  fair  from  your  rich  stock, 
You  took  no  heed  of  having  said  them — 

The  man  was  greater  than  the  talk. 

It  may  have  been  that  in  your  singing 

A  discord  lingered,  now  and  then; 
But  through  your  life,  as  music. ringing, 

Comes  clear  and  true  your  love  for  men. 

Should  there  be  within  your  garden, 

Some  noxious  weed-growth,  as  in  mine, 

I  will  not  let  my  judgment  harden — 
The  bloom  you  gave  us  was  divine. 

U  envoi 

Ended  here  a  "  Little  Journey," 

Of  sweet  conception,  noble  plan; 
Victor  oft  in  joust  and  tourney— 
A  gentle  man. 

One  would  ask  for  rhythm  sweeter 

To  equal  this  fair  theme's  demands; 
I  'm  sure  you  '11  smile  at  good  Saint  Peter— 

And  just  shake  hands. 
Pittsburgh,  Pa.  Harrison  D.  Mason, 


188  IN  MEMORIAM 

^-  ^  ^ITH  the  passing  out  of  Alice  Hubbard  there 

%  went  one   of  the   great  souls   of  the   day. 

"  Large  in  thought,  magnetic  in  personality, 

V^^gX     great  in  sympathy  and  loving -kindness,  she 

made  hearts  happy. 

Her  friends  were  blessed  in  their  contact  with  her 
gentle  soul,  for  she  strengthened  their  spirit  and  put  an 
inner  fire  into  their  very  being. 

She  was  an  ardent  worker  for  the  emancipation  of 
women,  using  the  great  volume  of  her  literary  attain 
ment  unsparingly  for  the  Cause. 

I  shall  ever  treasure  the  letter  received  from  her  before 
sailing,  when  she  rejoiced  in  the  opportunity  for  a 
study  of  the  woman  question  across  the  water  and  for 
the  analysis  which  she  expected  to  make  of  the  woman's 
movement  there. 

There  was  a  subtle  bond  of  friendship  between  us — 
the  kind  of  friendship  which  neither  asks  nor  demands 
explanation.  We  understood  and  loved  each  other. 
Between  us  there  was  the  broadest  possible  human 
sympathy.  Whenever  I  sought  the  Roycroft  she  was 
there  with  help  and  inspiration.  This  inspiration  can 
never  pass  away — warmed  by  love  and  a  broad  sym 
pathy  it  must  live  ever  in  the  hearts  of  those  of  us  who 
knew  and  loved  Alice  Hubbard. 
Buffalo,  N.  Y.  (Mrs.  F.  J.)  Nettie  Rogers  Shuler. 


IN  MEMORIAM  189 

HEN  Elbert  and  Alice  Hubbard  went  down  with 
the  "  Lusitania  "  we  lost  two  good  personal 
friends  indeed  ;  and  yet  this  was  a  little  matter  com: 
pared  to  the  world  loss.  An  old  saying  of  King  David's 
came  into  my  mind  at  the  time,  "  Know  ye  not  that 
there  is  a  Prince  and  a  great  man  fallen  this  day  in 
Israel?" 

I  wonder  if  it  was  not  well  ordained  that  Elbert  Hub- 
bard  should  die  a  victim  of  the  system  he  fought  against, 
for  in  his  death  he  at  least  will  help  to  give  it  a  deathblow. 

Ernest  Thompson  Seton. 


HOR  many  a  year  I  have  derived  countless  hours  of 
pleasure,  instruction  and  amusement  from  the 
writings  of  Elbert  Hubbard,  and  of  late  I  felt  a  still 
stronger  bond  of  affection  for  him  for  his  timely  and 
vigorous  denunciation  of  my  country's  enemies.  I 
mourn  his  loss,  as  do  thousands  more,  and  I  only  hope 
his  work  may  continue  unabated  in  intensity  and  extent. 
scofiandane'  Carnonstie  Archibald  Briggs. 

Elbert  Hubbard  has  left  behind  a  legacy  of  thought- 
jewels  beyond  price.  I  have  loved  him  and  always  shall. 
I  revere  his  memory. 

Omaha'Neb.  *• 


190  IN  MEMORIAM 


ffi 


Y  first  opportunity  to  spend  a  day  at  East 
Aurora  was  on  Independence  Day,  five 
years  ago.  I  arrived  in  East  Aurora  on  the 
evening  of  July  Third,  and  with  Elbert  and 
his  wonderful  partner,  Alice,  I  spent  the  Fourth,  return 
ing  to  Wellesley  on  July  Fifth.  It  was  the  year  that  they 
were  leading  the  fight  for  a  sane  Fourth.  Everybody 
then  thought  they  were  crazy  and  unpatriotic,  but  today 
their  principles  regarding  the  celebration  of  the  Fourth 
of  July  have  been  adopted  the  nation  over. 
I  was  especially  pleased  to  spend  Independence  Day 
with  them,  because  they  seemed  to  stand  for  inde 
pendence  in  the  broad,  worth-while  sense,  more  than 
any  couple  whom  I  well  knew.  They  had  caught  the 
vision  that  true  happiness  can  come  only  through  real 
independence,  which  should  be  the  goal  for  all  of  us  s+ 
On  the  other  hand,  Elbert  and  Alice  Hubbard  also 
recognized  that  no  one  of  us  can  be  completely  inde 
pendent  until  all  are  independent  with  us.  We  can  save 
ourselves  only  as  we  permit  others  to  save  themselves 
also.  Certainly  they  both  demonstrated  this  at  the  time 
of  their  tragic  death  ;  and  were  they  here  today,  I  believe 
that  this  would  be  the  lesson  that  they  would  draw  from 
the  fatal  accident. 

I  also  have  a  warm  spot  in  my  heart  for  them  for  the 
sympathy  they  gave  me  in  my  fight  that  the  world  should 


IN  MEMORIAM  191 

recognize  that  the  law,  "All  action  is  followed  by  equal 
reaction,"  applies  to  economics,  politics  and  even 
ethics,  as  well  as  to  physics,  chemistry  and  mechanics. 
They  recognized  that  the  Golden  Rule  was  based  on 
this  principle,  and  only  when  it  was  so  taught  as  a 
scientific  proposition  would  it  begin  to  command  the 
respect  it  deserves. 

Wellesley  Hills,  Mass.  Roger  W. 


WAS  a  warm  admirer  of  Mr.  Hubbard  and  have 
^-*^  enjoyed  vastly  the  writings  of  him  and  the  dear 
lady  who  went  down  with  him.  This  is  a  distinct  and 
irreparable  loss  to  the  whole  country.  Mr.  Hubbard 
was  doing  a  wonderful  service  and  his  aid  to  humanity 
was  infinite  and  helpful,  and  I  add  my  sorrow  to  theirs 
over  his  untimely  taking. 

Shreveport,  La.  J.  B.  ArdlS. 


loss  to  the  United  States  in  these  two  lives 
alone  is  far  greater  than  any  "  Lusitania  "  or  her 
cargo  «•»  s+ 

Mr.  Hubbard  was  the  very  embodiment  of  clear,  fair 
judgment   and   good-will  to   all   sound  commonsense 
with   the   benevolent   spirit.    Who   is    there   that   can 
take  up  his  work? 
New  York  city  Henry  W.  Bellsmith. 


192  IN  MEMORIAM 


ffi 


AKER  of  thought,  you  are  gone!  Master  of 
words,  you  have  left  us!  And  not  e'en  a 
tomb  at  which  we  may  pay  homage.  Into 
the  depths  of  the  unknown  you  have  passed 
to  your  rest,  head  up,  shoulders  back  ! 
I  can  see  you  at  your  desk  writing  out  the  "good  stuff" ; 
I  can  see  you  in  the  assembly-room  voicing  yourwonder- 
ful  philosophy  ;  I  can  see  you  in  the  shop  permeating 
good-cheer  ;  I  can  see  you  on  the  playground,  loving, 
laughing,  playing  ! 

I  can  see  you  standing  by  the  boat-rail  looking  into  that 
fathomless  depth — your  grave — with  a  clear  eye  and  a 
clearer  conscience  ;  I  can  see  you  cheering  her  whose 
heart  your  blessings  cherished  ;  I  can  see  you,  arm 
about  her,  completing  your  last  "Little  Journey."  You 
have  gone  ! 

But  we  can  not  forget  the  doctrine  of  your  heart ;  we 
can  not  forget  the  cheer,  the  love,  the  work  ;  we  can  not 
forget  the  heritage,  weavings  of  your  wondrous  mind  ; 
we  can  not  forget  you — we  shall  not  forget  you — Fra 
Elbertus  ! 
LOS  Angeles,  cai.  Alfred  A.  Samuelson. 

The  truth  is  that  in  human  service  there  is  no 
low  or  high  degree  ;  the  woman  who  scrubs  is 
as  worthy  of  respect  as  the  man  who  preaches. 


IN  MEMORIAM  193 

LBERT  HUBBARD  knew  life  and  humanity. 
He  loved  and  served  his  fellowman.  Indeed, 
the  great  law,  the  law  of  human  service,  was 
in  his  heart.  His  mind  went  straight  as  an 
arrow  to  the  minds  of  the  past  that  have  served  their 
fellowmen;  from  such  "  Little  Journeys  "  he  brought 
forth  their  truth  in  relation  to  the  service  of  man  £•» 
Without  bitterness,  without  personal  offense,  he  threw 
his  smooth,  round  pebbles  from  the  brook  of  truth  with 
unerring  aim  at  the  apostles  of  humbug,  wherever 
he  found  them.  He  was  kindly  to  all  men,  but  rever 
enced  only  the  truth  that  was  in  them ;  and  their  truth 
must  be  serviceable  to  humanity. 

To  their  truth  he  made  his  "  Little  Journeys."  His  great 
journey  to  his  fundamental  source  of  truth  I  am  sure  he 
never  revealed.  I  always  meant  to  talk  it  over  with  him 
some  time  in  the  future. 

There  never  was  but  one  mind  in  this  world  able  to 
sketch  the  geography  of  the  universe — the  universe  of 
man — and  give  its  longitude  in  love,  its  latitude  in 
truth,  and  point  out  clearly  how  these  bounded  a  uni 
verse  of  uses. 

I  knew  when  I  began  to  read  Hubbard,  and  found 
how  true  his  lights  were  on  the  laws  of  human  uses, 
that  he  had  touched  the  one  spring  that  Charles  W. 
Eliot  and  all  other  clear  thinkers  have  touched  to  get 


194  IN  MEMORIAM 

the  light  of  creation  upon  the  truth  of  humanity  &+ 
I  said  to  Hubbard,  as  I  once  said  to  Eliot,  "  You  must 
have  read  Immanuel  Swedenborg  in  your  youth,"  and 
both  confessed  they  had,  but  each,  true  to  the  wisdom 
of  that  great  author,  refused  to  surrender  his  individual 
opinion  upon  many  points.  Neither  of  them  could  follow 
the  heights  and  depths  in  his  Laws  of  Correspondences, 
Maximus  Homo  and  Influx  ;  but  fundamentally  they 
had  from  that  source  the  great  laws  of  human  uses  &+• 
Hubbard  loved  not  only  man  and  the  service  of  man  to 
his  fellow,  but  all  forms  of  life.  The  noble  horse,  the 
useful  cow,  the  high-tasseled  corn,  the  ripening  grain, 
the  trees  of  the  forest,  the  grass  on  a  thousand  hills, 
all  had  meanings  for  him  as  a  prose -poet  of  humanity  s» 
Nobody  in  his  age  ever  rolled  truth,  the  truth  of  human 
ity  and  the  laws  of  human  service,  into  such  epigram 
matic  crystals  of  thought.  He  brought  truths  up  from 
the  earth  and  down  from  the  heavens  and  set  them  in 
stars  —  scintillating  crystals  of  light  for  the  man  at  the 
forge,  at  the  bench,  in  the  factory,  and  in  the  counting- 
room.  We  shall  not  soon  see  his  like  again.  The  sun 
will  continue  to  shine  by  day,  but  in  the  night,  when 
nations  are  at  war  and  politics  and  business  are  at  war, 
we  shall  miss  some  stars  of  bright,  particular,  epi 
grammatic  shining — his  stars. 

Manager  "Boston  News  Bureau"  /-i     TJ/     i>__ 

Boston,  Mass.  C.   W.  BaTTOH. 


IN  MEMORIAM  195 

HLLOW  a  woman  old  enough  to  be  your  grand 
mother  to  offer  you  her  sincere   sympathy  for 
your  sudden  and  overwhelming  sorrow,  which  is  also 
a  public  calamity. 

As  a  life  subscriber  to  "The  Philistine"  Magazine, 
I  wish  to  bear  witness  that  the  just  and  uplifting 
writings  of  your  talented  father  have  made  my  later 
years  more  bearable  and  in  every  way  more  pleasantly 
practicable  than  they  might  otherwise  have  been. 
Mitchell,  s.  D.  Kate  Barhyte. 


HUBBARD  was  the  most  forceful  writer 
good  English  of  his  time.  A  man  of  genius 
whose  facts  were  sublimated  by  his  relation  of  them, 
and  whose  commonsense  was  doubled  in  efficiency  by 
his  method  of  statement,  he  was  the  one  superlatively 
Great  Teacher  whom  we  could  not  spare.  To  foster  a 
love  of  knowledge  and  learning;  to  continue  the  good 
work  of  emancipating  the  human  mind  from  supersti 
tion  and  thus  establish  a  true  "  Rule  of  Reason  ";  to 
popularize  once  more  commonsense,  and  common, 
human  courtesy  and  kindliness  among  men,  and  amity 
among  the  nations  of  the  earth  —  this  was  his  mission 
here;  and  he  discharged  it,  to  the  last  hour  of  his 
busy,  useful  life. 

Attorney  at  Law  TT  An 

,  Ohio  Henry  A.  Pavey. 


196  IN  MEMORIAM 

'LBERT  HUBBARD  has  done  much  to  ennoble 
mankind  and  to  bring  out  the  thoughts  of  minds 
kindred  to  his  own.  Hubbard,  like  all  strong  characters, 
often  too  pronounced  in  their  utterances  for  their  own 
good,  has  said  and  done  many  things  that  tended  to 
his  undoing.  He  has  been  criticized,  ridiculed,  calum 
niated.  A  part,  we  admit,  has  been  justified.  A  still 
greater  part  has  been  the  result  of  mean  enviousness 
due  to  the  feeble  faith  of  men  in  one  another,  and  mis 
guided  or  ignorant  impressions  of  what  the  man  has 
stood  for  0»  £•» 

Elbert  Hubbard  has  helped,  far  more  than  his  traducers 
have  ever  done,  to  stimulate  his  hearers  and  his  follow 
ers  with  words  of  cheer  and  hope  and  desire  for  the 
better.  His  great  axiom  was  the  power  of  "  initiative." 
His  life  was  an  expression  of  the  force  of  the  word  and 
the  deed  itself  in  his  capacity  to  express  "  initiative."  9+ 
Cincinnati,  Ohio  J°^n  $• 


Without  love  the  world  would  echo  only 
cries  of  pain  ;  the  sun  would  shine 
only  to  show  us  grief ;  each  rustle 
of  the  leaf  would  be  a  sigh,  and  all 
the  flowers  fit  only  to  garland  graves. 


MY  COUNTRY,  'T  IS  OF  THEE 

(A  Favorite  With  Elbert  Hubbard) 

Y  country,  't  is  of  thee, 
Sweet  land  of  liberty, 
Of  thee  I  sing; 
Land  where  my  fathers  died, 
Land  of  the  Pilgrim's  pride, 
From  ev'ry  mountain-side, 
Let  freedom  ring. 

— Samuel  Francis  Smith. 


TO  ELBERT  AND  ALICE  HUBBARD,  LOVERS  OF 
THE  GREAT  WEST 

A  Tribute  From  an  Easterner  Written  on  Western  Soil 
By  Joseph  H.  Appel,  Advertising  Manager,  Wanamaker's 

HAVE  come  three  thousand  miles 

to  write  this  tribute. 

I  tried  to  write  it  in  New  York.  I 

failed.  My  heart  was  heavy.  Sorrow 

was  still  in  the  air.  Words  limped. 

€£  Then  we  started  West ;  my  wife 

and  I. 

Scarcely  had  we  crossed  the  Mississippi  when  my  mood 
changed.  The  gloom  lifted.  The  sun  shone.  I  felt  a 
presence  on  the  train — a  new  presence.  The  presence 
grew.  It  became  more  distinct ;  more  familiar.  As  we 
stepped  aground  in  Kansas  City  I  was  not  in  the  least 
surprised  to  find  standing  there  by  my  side  Elbert 
Hubbard,  and  Alice  Hubbard,  too. 

Oh,  yes,  they  were  alive  ;  very  much  alive  ;  they  always 
were.  Alive,  alert,  active,  smiling.  They  radiated  that 
same  charm  of  manner,  that  quiet  feeling  of  reserve 
force,  that  hearty  good-fellowship  which  endeared  them 
to  all  who  came  within  their  sphere. 
We  did  not  talk.  No,  it  was  not  a  time  for  words.  It  was 
a  time  to  feel.  Yet  we  understood  one  another  as  we 
always  had  understood. 

The  train  pulled  out  of  the  station.  We  climbed  aboard. 
They  climbed  aboard.  And  we  traveled  together — they 
and  we — for  a  week  or  more.  Over  the  vast  plains  to 


200  IN  MEMORIAM 

Denver  ;  on  to  Colorado  Springs  ;  into  the  solitary 
desert — not  solitary  now  I  On  to  Albuquerque,  where 
Elbert  at  once  melted  into  the  landscape  of  Indians 
always  at  the  station — bronze  face,  eagle  eye,  long 
black  hair.  C.  There  we  dined  together  in  the  Fred 
Harvey  restaurant.  It  was  a  merry  party,  I  swear  it  &•* 
We  sped  on  together  again — always  together — over  the 
alkali  desert — to  the  Grand  Canyon,  the  beginning  and 
the  end  of  the  world,  where  we  communed  for  a  day 
with  the  Great  Creator  of  all  things. 
No,  it  was  not  uncanny,  this  spectral  trip.  It  was  not  a 
dream.  It  was  real.  I  tell  you  it  was  the  real  man  and 
the  real  woman  who  were  with  us.  I  cared  not  where 
their  bodies  were.  Their  souls  were  here  ;  they  were 
here  $+  £•» 

And  so  we  traveled,  I  say — over  the  broad  free  country 
so  dear  to  these  two  lovers  of  Nature — into  sun-kissed 
California,  through  the  golden  orange -groves,  down  to 
the  Harbor  of  the  Sun,  the  blue  bay  of  San  Diego  and 
Colorado.  Then  up  again  to  Los  Angeles,  that  giant  of 
the  Southwest,  up  through  the  mission  country  redolent 
of  Roycroft  memories,  stopping  long  enough  at  San 
Gabriel  to  witness  together  the  mystical  Mission  Play, 
epic  of  the  Indian,  where  again  Hubbard  seemed  brother 
to  the  Red  Men  on  the  stage — men  that  kept  the  faith— 
that  kept  the  faith  even  unto  death. 


IN  MEMORIAM  201 

And  now  I  am  in  San  Francisco.  I  enter  the  Saint  Francis 

Hotel.  My  eye  lights  on  a  book  on  the  table — yes,  a 

Roycroft  book,  sure  enough — "  A  Little  Journey  to  San 

Mateo  County,"  by  Elbert  Hubbard. 

I  am  at  peace.  My  companions  leave  me.  They  wave 

their  hands  farewell.  They  are  gone. 

I  begin  to  write.  My  heart  speaks.  I  am  no  longer  dumb. 

I  realize  now  why  I  can  write  here  what  I  could  not 

write  in  New  York. 

This  is  the  reason  :  The  Hubbards,  Elbert  and  Alice, 

were  lovers  of  the  Great  West.  They  belonged  to  God's 

open  country.  They  lived  and  walked  in  the  open  road. 

They  slept  under  the  stars.  They  were  part  of  the  great 

outdoors.  They  were  Nature  itself.  They  were  pioneers. 

They  were  rugged  in  body,  in  heart,  in  soul.  They  were 

part  of  the  forest,  of  the  mountains,  of  the  plains.  They 

were  children  of  the  Sun. 

And  so  here — in  sunny  California — with  the  sweep  of 

the  Pacific  on  one  side  and  on  the  other  the  vast  reaches 

of  our  own  dear  country  about  which  they  wrote  so 

eloquently,  I  speak  these  words. 

To  you,  Elbert,  was  given  a  mastery  of  God's  greatest 

gift  to  man:  the  gift  of  self-expression — the  power  of 

language. 

With  this  gift  was  linked  another:  a  rare  insight  into 

man  himself — into  his  weaknesses,  his  foibles  ;  into  his 


202  IN  MEMORIAM 

fears,  his  hypocrisies,  and  into  his  better  nature  as  well. 

C,  Words  you  used  as  a  surgeon's  scalpel.  With  them 

you  probed  into  the  living  flesh  to  cut  out  the  cancer  of 

ignorance  and  fear.   Oh  yes,  you  hurt.  You  used  no 

anesthetic.  But  you  were  cruel  that  you  might  be  kind. 

You  cured  or  you  killed. 

You  made  mistakes — what  surgeon  does  not? 

You  were  misunderstood — who  is  not? 

You,  at  times,  were  false  to  your  better  self — who  is 

not?  £e»  £e» 

But  you  kept  on  battling  against  the  wrong  and  against 

hypocrisy,  confident  that  the  end  would  bring  you  out 

right  £•»  £•» 

And  now  the  end  has  come — a  little  too  soon,  but  none 

too  soon  to  make  you  an  immortal  to  your  friends  &+ 

To  a  businessman  your  greatest  achievements  were 

these  two  :  You  brought  literature  into  advertising  ;  and 

advertising  into  literature. 

First  you  brought  literature  within  reach  of  the  people. 

That  is  a  wonderful  boon.  You  familiarized  the  people 

with  the  classics,  with  the  masters,  with  science  and 

art  and  education. 

You  pinioned  higher  education  on  the  point  of  your  pen, 

and  then  dissolved  it  into  lower  education — so  that  all 

could  understand. 

But  your  greatest  service  was  just  beginning  when  you 


IN  MEMORIAM  203 

left  us  so  untimely.  You  dedicated  "  The  Fra  "  to  busi 
ness,  to  the  business  of  living.  You  recognized  that 
business  is  life  and  that  life  is  business. 
And  so  I  say  your  greatest  achievement  is  in  making 
literature  out  of  advertising — which  is  the  language  of 
business  ;   and   in   bringing   literature   itself   into   the 
domain  of  business  through  advertising. 
Business  has  in  it  all  the  sum  and  substance  of  life.  It  is 
man's  workshop,  the  crucible  through  which  he  evolves 
into  a  higher  life  hereafter. 

And  so  business  needs  literature,  it  needs  culture,  it 
needs  art  and  science  and  education,  it  needs  religion 
itself,  d.  And  religion  and  education,  science  and  art, 
culture  and  literature,  all  need  business. 
To  you,  Alice  Hubbard,  was  given  the  gift  of  gracious 
womanhood  ;  the  understanding  of  woman — of  her 
needs,  her  longings,  her  rights.  And  having  this  under 
standing  of  woman  you  necessarily  understood  man  £•» 
You  were  gentle.  You  were  kind.  You  were  generous. 
You  never  lost  your  poise. 

You,  also,  were  a  master  of  thought  and  of  diction.  In 
the  playfulness  of  your  moods  I  doubt  not  that  often 
you  and  the  Master  palmed  off  one  another's  writings 
on  an  unsuspecting  public. 

You  were  a  home  woman.  You  mothered  the  whole 
Roycroft  family.  You  mothered  the  guests  at  the 


204  IN  MEMORIAM 

Phalansterie.  €[  You  managed  the  hotel,  you  managed 
the  Shop  and  the  workers,  you  "managed"  your  hus 
band — yes,  you  did,  and  Elbert  knew  it,  too;  he  told 
me  so  £•»«•» 

You  were  a  business  woman  and  you  fought  for  woman's 
rightful  place  in  business. 

You  were  an  emancipated  woman  and  you  fought  for 
woman's  freedom. 

Well,  you  are  gone.  You  are  gone  on  another  journey, 
this  time  to  a  greater  land  than  even  the  Great  West. 
You  are  gone  together  as  lovers  should  go.  Inseparable 
here,  you  are  inseparable  there. 

Your  work  goes  on  also.  But  it  goes  on  here.  It  must  go 
on.  It  shall  not  die. 

Roycroft  shall  live:  Roycroft  ideals;  Roycroft  ideas; 
Roycroft  literature;  Roycroft  art;  Roycroft  humanity  *•> 

eLBERT  HUBBARD  was  a  unique  character, 
possessed  of  a  great  talent  to  write  vigorous, 
effective  English,  through  which  ran  a  pleasing  vein 
of  humor  and  homely  philosophy  of  good  sense.  He 
made  for  himself  a  unique  place  in  American  literature. 
d  He  was  truly  great  in  his  simplicity  and  modest  in 
manner.  These  qualities  made  it  a  pleasure  to  meet 
him  s+  £•» 

Pittsburgh,  Pa.  H- 


IN  MEMORIAM  205 


aOU  were  indeed  fortunate  to  have  lived  a  while  in 
the  presence  of  those  two  great  souls,  Elbert  and 
Alice  Hubbard.  Many  of  us  desire  such  immeasurable 
privileges,  but  Fate,  or  the  circumstance  of  time  and 
place,  denies  us.  But  none  may  deny  us  the  pleasure  of 
reading  their  masterpieces  of  literature,  for  they  belong 
to  the  immortals.  Our  perspective  grows  clearer  with 
the  passing  of  time,  and  just  so  our  appreciation  of 
their  greatness  will  be  enhanced,  as  the  day  of  their 
sojourn  here  grows  more  distant  from  the  horizon  of 
the  living  s+  $o> 
Shreveport,  La.  W.  A.  AndeTSOH. 

nUBBARD  was  a  man  of  marvelous  versatility  —  an 
eminent    lecturer,    a    prolific    writer,    a    popular 
humorist,  and  last  and  best,  a  true  philanthropist.  If  a 
man's  age  be  counted  by  his  usefulness  to  his  fellows, 
then  Hubbard  was  indeed  patriarchal. 

Kingstown,  Ireland  _  M.  M'Phdil. 

Although  I  have  never  known  Elbert  Hubbard  person 
ally,  I  have  felt  on  familiar  terms  with  him  for  years 
and  have  enjoyed  his  writings  immensely  and  have 
appreciated  his  wonderful  gifts  and  enjoyed  his  writings 
to  the  utmost. 
Fort  sam  Houston.  Texas  General  J.  G.  C.  Lee. 


206  IN  MEMORIAM 

sincerity,  kindness  and  unselfishness  of  Elbert 
Hubbard  were  never  more  manifest  to  me  than 
one  time  at  a  meeting  in  Emerson  Hall.  He  had  returned 
from  some  hard  trip,  he  was  tired,  but  just  the  same  he 
went  to  a  meeting  of  his  people,  and  on  top  of  it  he 
dressed  up  in  the  long  coat,  and  he  looked  to  me  like  a 
gentleman  of  the  Sixties.  He  sat  at  the  table  and  his 
head  was  bowed — a  splendid  head,  too,  one  for  both 
thought  and  action.  He  was  a  bit  worn,  and  I  felt  a 
great  surge  of  affection  go  out  to  him.  He  talked  to  us, 
and  it  was  one  of  his  best,  I  believe,  because  it  was 
simple,  yet  deep,  human  and  full  of  understanding. 
La  crosse,  wis.  Leigh  Toland. 

I  LEARNED  to  admire  Elbert  Hubbard' s  many 
kindly  traits,  and  I  consider  that  in  his  particular 
line  of  writing  he  was  a  genius  and  certainly  stood  alone. 
America  can  never  produce  another  Elbert  Hubbard— 
and  I  beg  to  be  inscribed  among  his  devoted  friends  s^ 
To  his  memory  be  it  said  :  he  loved  his  fellowman,  he 
loved  children,  he  loved  animals,  he  hated  cruelty,  he 
abominated  militarism,  he  loathed  hypocrisy,  he  stood 
for  America,  he  fought  for  her  prosperity,  he  dared  to 
speak  economic  truths.  May  peace  in  another  world 
reward  his  activities  here! 

Henry  P.  Bowie. 


IN  MEMORIAM  207 

ready  pen  rusts  on  his  desk,  an  expectant 
hangs  over  all,  the  study-door  stands 
ajar,  waiting,  listening — surely,  "  Hope  de- 
f erred  maketh  the  heart  sick,"  but  Fra 
Elbertus  walks  no  more,  at  eventide,  under  his  beautiful 
oak-trees  —  he  comes  not  to  his  own  again.  Scarce 
yesternight,  he  was  here — cheery,  humorous,  sarcastic, 
biting  mayhap,  but  always  human;  today  the  gray-green 
waves  off  the  bleak  Irish  coast  croon  over  his  unfound 
body,  and  the  Banshee  wails  his  requiem — for  does  not 
the  Master  of  Roycroft  Inn  lie  fathoms  deep  in  Kinsale 
waters,  "  with  his  head  thrown  up  to  the  lips  of  the 
waves,  and  the  curls  on  his  forehead  astir  with  the 
wind  "?  &+>  &+• 

I  miss  "The  Philistine  "  — " published  by  Elbert  Hub- 
bard  every  little  while."  The  fearlessness  of  the  free 
lance  was  in  his  messages — yet  the  tender  beauty  of 
the  early  Spring  morning,  the  calm  and  quiet  of  dawn 
in  the  hills,  breathed  in  his  word -poems.  Cruel  and 
more  than  "  nine  "  were  the  stones  from  his  sling  at  all 
creeds  and  forms  of  creeds,  and  at  times  we  rose, 
aghast,  at  his  mocking  and  indifferent  blasphemy,  but 
we  stopped  at  his  gay  halloa  !  And  forgave  him,  as  we 
met  him  at  the  corner,  caressing  a  hurt  child,  pleading 
for  the  weak,  defenseless  and  depraved — or  making 
immortal  the  dauntless  courage  of  our  little  West 


208  IN  MEMORIAM 

Virginia  lad — who  carried  the  "  Message  to  Garcia." 
C.  Might  he  not  have  been  presaging  the  "  one  clear 
call,"  when  he  wrote  late  last  Summer,  "  With  Mother 
Nature  we  are  happy  and  content ;  and  when  the  twilight 
gathers,  and  for  us  the  day  is  done,  she  will  hold  us  in 
her  loving  arms,  and  croon  us  a  lullaby,  as  care  casts 
anchor  in  the  harbor  of  a  dream  ' '  ?  And  Mother  Nature 
still  cradling  him  in  her  arms — the  Sea  refuses  to  give 
up  its  dead  &+•  &«• 

Grafton,  W.  Va.  Rose  McGraW. 

IT  seems  impossible  to  realize  that  Elbert  Hub- 
bard  is  gone.  I  had  known  him  for  many  years 
and  always  took  a  great  interest  in  his  writings;  they 
were  unique  and  he  had  a  way  of  putting  things  that  no 
one  else  I  know  of  had  the  faculty  of  doing.  His  friends 
will  miss  him  and  the  world  has  lost  a  character  that  it 
will  be  very  hard  to  replace. 
Chicago,  m.  J-  Ogden  Armour. 

Fra  Elbertus  was  one  of  the  most  interesting  charac 
ters  I  have  ever  met  and  I  counted  him  amongst 
my  good  friends.  He  was  especially  close  to  the  elec 
trical  industry,  and  we  have  practically  adopted  him  as 
our  working  brother. 

W°rks  °f  General  Electric  C°'  E>  H.  Haughton. 


IN  MEMORIAM  209 

LBERT  HUBBARD  was  my  friend.  I  mourn, 
with  thousands,  his  untimely  taking -off.  He 
was  an  educator.  His  style  was  that  of  the 
iconoclast;  and,  because  of  this,  many  took 
offense.  But  he  could  not  have  injured  a  human  being 
knowingly.  He  was  as  tender-hearted  as  a  baby. 
Hubbard  was  a  stylist  of  rare  beauty  and  strength — a 
master  of  diction.  He  played  on  the  English  language  as 
few  masters  of  music  play  on  their  instruments.  He 
played  on  the  emotions  of  people  at  will,  and  was  hated 
and  loved  for  it.  But  he  was  loved  more  than  hated  «•» 
I  have  known  Mr.  Hubbard  for  fifteen  years.  Little  did 
I  think  that  it  would  fall  to  my  lot  to  write  of  his  taking  - 
off.  I  hoped  it  would  be  my  good  fortune  to  have  him  as 
my  advocate  and  defender  when  I  ceased  to  be  able  to 
defend  myself.  If  such  had  been  the  case,  how  very 
much  better  my  chances  would  have  been  for  acquittal 
than  his  !  Every  man  goes  to  judgment  ;  but,  I  conceive, 
not  before  gods  or  God,  but  before  his  peers. 
Hubbard  was  a  great  man.  Those  who  do  not  agree  to 
this  are  not  able  to  judge.  His  equal  will  not  soon  appear; 
his  superior  never  will. 
Denver,  COL  J.  H.  Tilden,  M.  D. 

To  escape  criticism  :  Do  nothing,  say  nothing, 
be  nothing. 


210  IN  MEMORIAM 

Memorial  Meeting  of  the  friends  of 
Elbert  Hubbard  had  been  called  for  three 
o'clock  on  the  afternoon  of  Sunday,  May 
Twenty -third.  At  two  o'clock  I  was  at  The 
Playhouse,  charged  with  the  duty  of  passing  upon  the 
general  arrangement  of  the  stage. 

Even  at  that  time  people  were  standing  about  in  the 
street,  awaiting  admittance;  going  back  on  the  stage, 
I  found  everything  in  order — the  scenic  setting  was  in 
soft  tints  and  showed  a  paneled  interior,  a  conventional 
drawing-room.  The  curtain  was  raised,  the  doors  were 
opened  and  the  audience  began  to  enter  quietly.  Pre 
ferring  to  see  and  hear  the  proceedings  from  the  front 
of  the  house,  I  declined  an  offered  seat  on  the  stage; 
standing  back  of  the  orchestra  seats,  I  watched  the 
people  come  in.  Some  I  knew,  others  were  pointed  out 
to  me  by  those  who  had  called  the  meeting :  there  were 
actors  and  authors,  advertising  men,  newspaper  people, 
musicians,  architects,  artists,  businessmen  and  a  fair 
proportion  of  young  men.  The  gathering  was  about 
equally  made  up  of  men  and  women — these  latter 
might  be  classed  as  of  the  professions  noted. 
There  were  no  ushers,  nor  were  any  needed;  the  audi 
ence  seemed  to  be  self-contained  and  automatic,  dis 
posing  itself  easily  among  the  seats  until  all  vacant  places 
were  jailed,  the  later  comers  going  readily  to  the  balcony 


IN  MEMORIAM  211 

above.  There  were  no  printed  programs,  and  only  a  few 
persons  asked  for  them;  the  general  air  seemed  to  be 
that  of  an  assemblage  sure  of  itself  and  the  object 
which  had  brought  it  together. 

Quite  apart  from  the  tribute  paid  by  those  on  the  stage 
and  by  the  audience  itself,  the  actual  matter  of  the  pro 
ceedings  was  a  delight  and  an  entertainment:  a  graceful 
introduction  by  a  man  of  letters,  softly  played  ensemble 
music  by  a  trio,  a  dramatic  reading  from  Hubbard's 
Works  by  an  excellent  actor,  a  song  from  a  well-known 
baritone,  a  discourse  by  an  inventor  and  businessman, 
verses  from  a  picturesque  poet,  feminine  points  of  view 
by  a  leader  of  New  Thought,  a  piano-solo  by  a  master  of 
the  art,  an  appreciation  from  a  fellow-craftsman,  and  a 
closing  address  by  a  journalist  of  national  repute — all 
moved  as  smoothly  as  though  the  parts  had  been 
studied  from  a  single  book  and  rigorously  rehearsed  s+ 
The  audience  was  receptive  and  responsive  to  a  degree 
—to  recite,  to  play,  to  sing  and  to  speak  to  it  must  have 
been  a  joy  to  those  who  offered  their  gifts  in  grateful 
memory  of  the  man  who  had  sailed  away  to  the  Great 
Beyond  £•»  .«•+ 

The  wonder  of  it  all  to  me  is  that  three  days  before  the 
date  of  the  meeting  nothing  had  been  decided,  that  the 
expected  announcement  had  not  been  sent  to  the  New 
York  readers  of  "  The  Fra  "  and  "  The  Philistine," 


212  IN  MEMORIAM 

that  the  City  papers,  almost  without  exception,  had 
declined  to  give  advance  notices — the  wonder  is  that  so 
good  a  thing  was  done  in  such  seemly  fashion,  with  the 
friendly  assistance  and  visible  approval  of  four  hundred 
persons — and  such  a  four  hundred  as  they  were ! 

^mfctmrb  ^Memorial  feertoice 

•program 

Elegie A.  Renski 

Carl  Tollfensen  Trio 

Opening  address, 

Dr.  Orison  Swett  Marden 

Invocation Elbert  Hubbard 

Read  by  Wilton  Lackaye 

"  Crossing  the  Bar  " Dudley  Buck 

David  Bispham 
At  the  piano — Mrs.  Florence  H.  Jewell 

Address Hudson  Maxim 

Address Elizabeth  Towne 

Funeral  March Chopin 

Aldo  Randegger 

Address J.  Clyde  Oswald 

Reading  of  communications 
Closing  address Dr.  Frank  Crane 

York  City  Joseph  P.  McHugh. 


IN  MEMORIAM  213 

DO  not  suppose  among  all  the  men  I  have  known 
any  man  was  better  prepared  for  death  than  Fra 
Elbertus.  His  passing  is  a  real  loss  to  the  world.  It  is 
not  merely  his  humor,  his  sound  sense,  his  literary 
capacity  that  is  to  be  considered.  He  made  a  real 
advance  in  dealing  with  men,  with  social  problems,  with 
the  great  question  of  employment  and  the  development 
of  the  best  in  those  around  him. 

Elbert  Hubbard  was  a  Rajput,  a  true  man  of  action  and 
Kshattriya,  and  his  whole  philosophy  and  practise  were 
based  on  action,  or  Karma  Yoga. 
Toronto,  Canada  Albert  Ernest  Stafford  Smythe. 

I  COULD  never  express  in  words  the  gratitude  I 
feel  toward  Elbert  Hubbard,  but  I  do  feel  it;  and 
there  are  countless  times  when  an  hour  spent  with 
"  The  Book  of  Business  "  has  given  me  ideas  which 
when  worked  out  brought  success  when  failure  was 
imminent  &*•  «•» 

Robert  A.  Wood. 


Elbert  Hubbard'  s  place  in  the  world  was  so  unique  and 
his  personality  so  strong  that  he  will  be  sorely  missed 
for  many  a  year  by  the  wonderful  host  of  friends  he 
had  throughout  the  entire  world. 

Sinclair  &  Valentine  Co.  P     o.'^^l    ««. 

New  York  City  &•  Sinclair. 


214  IN  MEMORIAM 

HLICE  HUBBARD  said  much  in  favor  of  women, 
of  their  rights,  of  their  privileges,  of  their  place 
in  human  society.  She  called  our  attention  often  to  the 
fact  that  democracy  demands  votes  for  women,  that 
without  votes  for  women  there  is  no  democracy,  which 
is  the  truth.  Men  can  represent  themselves,  but  they 
can  not  represent  women,  because  they  can  not  under 
stand  women.  Much  less  can  they  represent  the  babies. 
But  the  women  can  represent  women  and  children.  We 
must  have  both  sides  represented,  both  sides  voting,  all 
votes  counted,  before  we  can  get  the  voice  of  God 
through  the  voice  of  the  people.  Alice  Hubbard  called 
our  attention  to  that  repeatedly,  and  Elbert  Hubbard,  I 
believe,  was  the  inspiration  that  enabled  Alice  Hubbard 
to  formulate  and  to  help  him  formulate  the  expres 
sion  of  these  things. 

,  Mass.  Elizabeth  E.  Towne. 


The  world  reserves  its  big  prizes  for  but  one 
thing,  and  that  is  Initiative.  Initiative  is 
doing  the  right  thing  without  being  told. 
Next  to  doing  the  thing  without  being 
told,  is  to  do  it  when  you  are  told  once. 


ELBERT  HUBBARD 

VAST  and  mysterious  as  his  life 
Was  his  sad  death  at  sea, 
In  darkest  outrage  of  the  world 

As  nations  all  agree, 
When  helpless  innocents  were  blown 
To  long  eternity. 

The  "  Lusitania  "  went  down 
Before  war's  heartless  blast — 

The  wildest  storm  since  time  began 
And  may  it  be  the  last! — 

Unwarned  the  Innocents  went  down, 
Their  dream  of  life  is  past! 

His  only  grave  the  solemn  sea, 

Our  kind  Fra  is  no  more, 
And  wild  waves  sing  his  requiem 

On  every  sea  and  shore, 
And  chant  the  memory  we  love 

Above  oblivion's  roar! 

Silver  Springs,  N.  Y.  John  F.  Howard. 


LBERT  HUBBARD  is  dead— but  his 
wholesome,  uplifting  spirit  is  alive 
and  beautifully  expressed  in  the 
hearts  and  hands  of  his  co-workers 
in  the  Roycroft  Shop. 
Two  weeks  ago  I  could  have  written 
only  the  first  four  words  of  the 
above.  In  fact,  as  we  approached  East  Aurora,  I  could 
only  think  with  sadness  that  my  friend,  Elbert  Hubbard, 
was  dead.  I  did  not  then  realize  how  thoroughly  he  had 
imbued  his  fellow  Roycrofters  with  his  splendid  Spirit 
of  Service. 

No  other  individual  can  have  his  unique  personality  and 
wonderful  command  of  language  in  which  he  could 
express  the  fine,  simple  thoughts  so  forcefully.  His 
originality  and  his  wonderful  capacity  for  getting  at  the 
kernel  of  eternal  truths  were  most  remarkable.  For 
instance,  what  could  be  finer  than  his  saying,  "  We  are 
punished  by  our  sins,  not  for  them  "  ? 
His  idea  of  faith  was  quite  different  from  the  wag's 
definition,  "  Believing  those  things  which  you  know 
are  not  true." 

He  realized  more  than  most  of  us  the  vastness  of  the 
universe,  and  that  human  knowledge  could  probably 
never  penetrate  behind  the  veil.  He  studied  all  religions 
and  sought  the  truth  wherever  it  could  be  found.  In  a 
broad  sense  he  was  not  an  iconoclast,  but  an  upbuilder. 
He  recognized  that  Righteousness  was  not  dependable 
upon  any  certain  cosmogony  of  the  universe,  nor  indeed 


218  IN  MEMORIAM 

upon  any  fixed  creed.  Creeds  change  with  the  times, 
but  Righteousness  and  basic  truth  abide.  I  believe  his 
creed  was  as  simple  as  mine  is  coming  to  be  : 
Do  right  because  it  is  right — not  for  hope  of  reward. 
€(  Shun  evil  because  it  is  wrong — not  for  fear  of  punish 
ment  «»  £•» 

Rejoice  in  your  work  from  day  to  day,  and  wherever 
possible  lend  a  helping  hand. 

Hubbard  exemplified  the  truth  of  that  unequaled  phi 
losophy  of  life  first  given  by  humanity's  Supreme  Ideal  : 
"  Whosoever  seeks  to  save  his  life  shall  lose  it,  and 
whosoever  seeks  to  give  his  life,  shall  have  life  more 
abundantly." 

The  Man  of  Sorrows  knew,  as  no  other  man  ever  knew, 
that  service  was  the  keynote  of  happiness  and  content 
ment.  Hubbard  had  this  spirit — he  would  not  "  pass  by 
on  the  other  side."  The  world  is  better  because  Elbert 
and  Alice  Hubbard  have  lived  and  worked  together  for 
the  uplifting  of  humanity.  They  met  death  bravely. 
Their  influence  for  good  will  live  in  ever-increasing 
waves  and  help  many  to  do  each  day's  work  faithfully 
and  cheerfully. 

Hubbard  came  of  fine  stock,  as  I  realized  when  I  had 
the  great  pleasure  of  meeting  his  father  and  mother. 
His  father,  while  feeble,  is  a  grand  old  man  of  ninety- 
four.  His  mother  is  eighty-six,  and  as  bright  and 


IN  MEMORIAM  219 

charming  in  her  conversation  and  nobility  of  outlook 
on  life  as  any  woman  of  half  her  years.  I  treasure 
highly  a  beautiful  book  of  poems  of  one  of  her  daughters 
which  she  had  collected  with  the  assistance  of  "Elbert 
and  Alice"  just  before  they  sailed  on  that  fatal  voyage. 

Philadelphia,  Pa.  W.  Atlee  Burpee. 

LBERT  and  Alice  Hubbard  accomplished  a  great 
deal  in  the  few  short  years  they  lived.  Their 
writings  will  be  appreciated  more  as  time  rolls  on.  The 
working  principles  of  their  new  religion  will  become  the 
standard  by  which  every  civilized  nation  will  be 
measured  «•»  9+ 

The  truths  so  ably  taught,  the  high  ideals  dealt  with  in 
the  writings  of  Alice  Hubbard,  will  ever  be  an  inspira 
tion  and  guide  to  the  women  of  every  country. 
"  A  Message  to  Garcia  "  and  the  "  Little  Journeys" 
of  Elbert  Hubbard  will  place  his  name  high  among  the 
writers  on  the  literary  tablets  of  history. 
The  Roycroft  ideas,  and  the  institutions  operating  under 
that  name,  are  now  monuments  of  success  to  the  united 
efforts  of  these  two  illustrious  persons  and  in  the  future 
will  become  the  American  Mecca  where  millions  will 
meet  to  honor  and  respect  the  sacred  Memory  of 
Elbert  and  Alice  Hubbard. 

Ernest  G.  McClemont. 


220  IN  MEMORIAM 

I  REMEMBER  Elbert  Hubbard  with  very 
affectionate  regard.  He  took  some  of  the 
cobwebs  out  of  my  brain  and  I  learned 
from  him  some  of  the  wisdom  of  simple 
living  £•»  :>» 

When  I  first  visited  East  Aurora  he  gave  me  a  flannel 
shirt,  a  pair  of  overalls,  and  a  bandanna  handkerchief, 
with  which  I  dressed  myself,  and  rode  horseback  with 
him.  The  outfit  was  probably  worth  in  money  three 
dollars,  but  I  was  satisfied  in  it.  I  was  at  peace  in  it.  I 
was  happy,  dressed  in  a  three-dollar  suit,  and  I  rode 
with  Elbert  Hubbard  by  the  hour  and  talked  philosophy, 
and  of  the  problems  of  life,  literature,  art  and  of  higher 
things  S+.  £•» 

He  was  a  thinker  of  a  high  order  —  loved  to  work  and 
loved  to  play  —  constantly  thinking  of  others  and  of  how 
to  teach  them  the  lessons  of  life. 

I  believe  that  when  Elbert  Hubbard  made  a  mistake 
he  made  it  honestly  and  tried  honestly  to  correct  it, 
and  more  than  this  no  man  can  do. 

I  remember,  also,  his  gracious  companion,  Alice  Hub 
bard,  who  appreciated  him  and  who  was  worthy  of  him. 

Chairman  Committee  on  Banking  and  D^U^^J   r 

Currency,  United  States  Senate  KOOen  L. 


The  love  you  liberate  in  your  work  is  the  only 
love  you  keep. 


IN  MEMORIAM  221 


tragedy  of  the  "  Lusitania  "  had  no  sadder 
blow  or  greater  loss  than  in  causing  the  death  of 
Elbert  and  Alice  Hubbard.  The  beauty  of  their  lives 
together  was  a  boon  to  the  public  in  the  work  and 
wisdom  the  world  received  from  their  efforts  .  His 
genius  in  the  expression  of  original  ideas  and  hers  in 
the  art  which  immortalized  them  were  rare  contribu 
tions  to  literature  superbly  housed.  His  "  Message  to 
Garcia  "  was  a  tribute  to  courage  and  resourcefulness 
never  surpassed.  He  told  the  truth  as  he  understood  it, 
and  with  a  clarity  and  confidence  that  carried  conviction. 
The  death  of  Elbert  Hubbard  in  the  youth  of  his  use 
fulness  was  nearer  a  calamity  than  a  loss. 

Chairman  N.  Y.  C.  R.  R.  Co.  rhnunraii    M     riehoin 

New  York  city  LnauTicey  M.  Lfcpew. 

HAVE  always  had  great  admiration  for  Elbert 
^.^  Hubbard  's  literary  ability.  His  style  of  putting 
things  without  the  use  of  big  words  was  attractive.  He 
has  written  some  gems.  I  regard  his  "  Little  Journeys 
to  the  Homes  of  the  Great  "  as  masterpieces. 

nd.  William  A.  Sunday. 


I  have  greatly  deplored  the  tragic  death  of  Elbert  and 
Alice  Hubbard  and  offer  you  my  sincere  sympathy  in 
the  great  loss  you  have  sustained. 

The  Secretary  of  the  Treasury  TIT    r     MrAdnn 

Washington,  D.  C.  W.  tr.  MCAaOO. 


222  IN  MEMORIAM 


passing    of    Elbert    Hubbard    casts    a 
shadow   on   more    men   and   women   than 
perhaps    that   of   any    one    man    who    was 
removed  from  the  active  life  of  this  country 
by  that  sad  catastrophe. 

His  death  comes  to  me  as  a  heavy  blow,  and  shock.  He 
has  been  for  years  a  warm,  personal  and  intimate  friend. 
His  personality  was  agreeable  and  his  companionship 
delightful  £•»  £•• 

Elbert  Hubbard  was  "  sui  generis."  If  we  accept  his 
own  definition  of  Genius,  he  might  well  be  regarded 
not  only  as  a  genius  but  as  one  of  the  marked  and  higher 
type  of  those  which  our  century  has  developed. 
Mr.  Hubbard  was  a  man  of  restless  energy  and  he  had 
prodigious  ability  to  focus  this  power. 
He  surely  had  the  hungry  mind.  His  fecundity  was  equal 
to  and  perhaps  greater  than  his  hunger. 
Three  lifetimes  would  not  have  satisfied  his  desire  for 
knowledge.  It  may  be  described  as  a  thirst  —  perhaps  a 
passion.  He  was  the  most  prolific  writer  of  his  style  of 
our  century. 

Editor  "Medico-Legal  Journal 
New  York  City 

Not  since  William  Morris  has  there  been  a  printer  so 
widely  known  throughout  the  world  as  Elbert  Hubbard. 

Editor  "American  Printer"  r    /^j,  j^  /-»«..  lx,i  j 

New  York  City  J.  Clyde  OSWOld. 


IN  MEMORIAM  223 

IT  seems  but  a  few  days  ago  when  Elbert  Hubbard 
spent  an  afternoon  with  me  in  my  lath-house  in 
my  garden.  We  had  not  met  for  over  fifteen  years  —  in 
fact,  not  since  the  gathering  at  the  Minnesota  National 
Park  excursion  into  the  North  Woods.  Of  course  our 
talk  was  along  reminiscent  lines  and  of  men,  some  of 
whom  had  already  passed  on.  Except  for  a  little  iron  in 
his  hair,  he  had  apparently  grown  no  older.  And  so  in 
my  memory  he  sits  in  the  corner  of  my  lath-house  and 
talks  of  the  past,  even  as  he  does  to  me  today. 
He  promised  to  bring  Mrs.  Hubbard  to  call  when  they 
visited  the  Fair  this  Fall,  but  we  will  meet  now  only 
when  I  too,  and  soon,  shall  cross  into  the  country  of 
doubt  09*  £* 

Point  Loma,  CaL  Charles 


ERT  HUBBARD  is  the  greatest  literary  product 
this  commercial  age,  the  most  masterful  "  ad  " 
writer  the  world  ever  produced,  and  has  contributed 
more  toward  understanding  and  appreciation  of  industry 
than  any  thinker  who  ever  penned  a  line  or  hummed  a 
tune  on  this  planet.  He  was  the  most  accurate  historian 
of  human  nature,  the  most  capable  sculptor  of  human 
thought,  and  the  most  able  painter  of  human  action  of 
the  age  in  which  he  lived. 

Fort  Worth,  Texas  J>  A.  Arnold. 


224  IN  MEMORIAM 

ODAY  we  are  to  celebrate  a  transition — not 
to  bemoan  a  passing.  We  gather  not  in 
prayerful  gloom  but  in  prayerful  joy,  for  that 
is  how  Elbert  Hubbard  would  have  it,"  said 
Howard  Saxby  in  opening  the  simple  exercises  in 
remembrance  of  Elbert  and  Alice  Hubbard  at  First 
Congregational  Unitarian  Church,  yesterday  afternoon, 
July  Fourth.  The  church  was  filled  with  those  who  by 
their  presence  desired  to  pay  a  silent  tribute  to  the  two 
geniuses  of  the  pen. 

"  These  were  minds  we  can  not  replace,"  he  continued, 
11  and  whose  loss  is  an  ineffaceable  blot  upon  the 
religion,  the  civilization,  the  culture,  the  education,  or 
whatever  else  you  choose  to  call  it,  of  the  nations  of 
modern  times."  He  read  tributes  from  Elbert  Hubbard 
II,  George  Ade,  James  Whitcomb  Riley  and  The  Roy- 
crofters  £•»  £•» 

John  Fleming  Pogue  read  "  The  Prayer  "  of  Elbert 
Hubbard,  in  which  he  expressed  his  desire  to  uplift,  to 
inspire,  to  radiate  life.  "  One  and  all  we  loved  him," 
said  Mr.  Pogue,  "  and  across  the  miles,  as  he  was  wont 
to  declare,  we  still  feel  his  hands  pressing  ours  in  loving 
fondness."  Mr.  Pogue  repeated  his  original  poem, 
"  Au  Revoir." 

"  Elbert  Hubbard  was  a  born  newspaper  man,"  said 
William  F.  Wiley,  of  "  The  Enquirer."  "  He  lived  in  the 


IN  MEMORIAM  225 

sun,  and  to  carry  light  into  every  darkened  corner  he 
grasped  that  blazing  torch  of  enlightenment,  the  news 
paper.  None  better  than  he  knew  the  power  of  the  piti 
less  light  of  publicity  to  uncover  festering  corruption  in 
private  or  public  life ;  none  better  than  he  made  use  of 
its  potentiality  to  heal  and  uplift. 

"  Through  his  own  publications,  unique  and  saturated 
with  his  own  personality,  Mr.  Hubbard  had  talked  to  an 
understanding  and  appreciative  audience  week  after 
week  and  year  after  year,  until  the  vigilant  and  versa 
tile  newspaper-publisher  opened  to  him  the  forum  of  the 
American  daily  press.  He  was  not  a  common  scold,  and 
it  would  be  most  unfair  to  picture  him  as  such.  Talking 
with  multiplied  tongue  to  myriad  ears,  he  became  what 
every  truly  great  newspaper  man  should  be,  a  teacher 
and  preacher. 

"  Jonathan  Edwards,  Spurgeon,  Beecher,  Talmage— 
all  of  the  great  preachers  of  modern  or  historic  times 
— never  preached  more  eloquently  or  effectively  to  con 
gregations  of  the  magnitude  that  sat  at  the  feet  of  the 
Gamaliel  of  Aurora.  His  was  a  gentle,  kindly  religion, 
filled  with  the  milk  of  human  kindness,  and  his  disciples 
sipped  only  of  the  sweet  waters  of  Hebron. 
"  Elbert  Hubbard  enjoyed  unusual  fame  during  his 
eventful  life.  It  did  not  take  the  might  of  death  to  give 
him  place  among  the  immortals.  And  yet,  as  his  body 


226  IN  MEMORIAM 

washes  along  the  chalky  cliffs  and  shores  of  an  alien 
coast,  possibly  in  death's  embrace  with  his  beloved  con 
sort,  who  shall  say  that  Elbert  Hubbard  is  not  greater 
in  death  than  in  life?  " 

"  The  Intellectual  Freedom  of  Elbert  Hubbard  "  was 
the  theme  of  D wight  S.  Marfield.  "  Elbert  Hubbard 
early  in  life,"  said  he,  "  joined  those  independent 
thinkers  who,  in  asserting  their  right  to  freedom  of 
mind  and  thought,  confer  a  benefit  on  every  member  of 
the  race.  This  is  the  real  value  of  Elbert  Hubbard.  He 
had  intellectual  liberty,  reveled  in  it,  lived  it,  was  eager 
to  share  it  with  others.  No  one  owned  him.  He  was  a 
free  man  through  and  through. 

11  It  is  no  easy  thing  to  claim  intellectual  liberty  in  this 
world.  The  inertia  of  satisfied  minds  is  all  against  it — 
the  self-interest  of  countless  members  of  priesthoods 
of  conventionality  and  superstition  is  against  it — the 
lassitude  of  minds  weighed  down  at  the  thought  of 
having  to  adopt  new  ideas  is  against  it;  the  insolent 
pride  of  hereditary  social  caste  is  against  it — everything 
at  times  seems  against  intellectual  liberty  except — yes, 
except  the  Eternal  Being. 

"  Let  us  thank  Elbert  Hubbard  for  his  service  to 
humanity  in  reasserting  in  his  own  way  the  declaration 
of  intellectual  independence.  His  voice  will  not  soon  be 
forgotten." 


IN  MEMORIAM  227 

Mr.  Saxby  pronounced  the  benediction  as,  he  said, 
Elbert  Hubbard  would  have  done  it  himself. 
"  In  Paradisium  "  was  the  opening  musical  number, 
with  Lillian  Tyler  Plogstedt  at  the  organ  and  Mrs. 
Louise  P.  Brannin  accompanying  with  the  violin.  Miss 
Florence  Hinkle  sang  tenderly  and  with  all  her  great 
artistic  skill  the  Robert  Louis  Stevenson  requiem,  the 
words  of  which  adorn  the  shaft  that  marks  the  final 
resting-place  of  this  versatile  genius.  "  I  Hear  You 
Calling  Me  "  was  beautifully  sung  by  Master  Francis 
Todd  &*  j» 

H.  S.  Barnett  sang  "White  Hyacinths,"  a  barytone  solo, 
which  was  written  for  the  occasion  by  Howard  Saxby 
Jr.,  and  set  to  music  by  Lillian  Tyler  Plogstedt,  who 
presided  at  the  organ.  Before  reading  the  composition 
Mr.  Saxby  recalled  Elbert  Hubbard's  words:  "If  I  had 
but  two  loaves  of  bread  I  would  sell  one  of  them 
and  buy  white  hyacinths  to  feed  my  soul."  Mr.  Saxby 
also  read  later  a  great  favorite  of  Elbert  and  Alice 
Hubbard — Tennyson's  "Crossing  the  Bar."  The  sing 
ing  of  "America"  brought  the  exercises  to  a  close. 
C.  Mrs.  Plogstedt  played  an  impromptu  recessional, 
"White  Hyacinths,"  on  the  organ. 
Harry  M.  Levy  was  Chairman  of  the  Musical  Com 
mittee,  and  Joseph  Garretson  Chairman  of  the  Com 
mittee  on  Speakers. —  Cincinnati  "Enquirer." 


228  IN  MEMORIAM 


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Y  first  acquaintance  with  the  writings  of  Fra 
Elbertus  began  with  the  publication  of  the 
"  Message  to  Garcia,"  and  since  that  time 
his  splendid  productions  have  been  a  con 
stant  source  of  education  and  inspiration.  I  don't  think 
I  'd  ever  formed  any  real  conception  of  the  advantages 
of  learning  or  the  dignity  of  labor  until  the  Fra  made  it 
all  clear  to  me,  and  by  his  wonderful  manipulation  of 
ideas  and  words  instilled  the  necessary  moral  and 
intellectual  uplift  to  insure  my  course  along  the  upward 
way.  And  I  have  since  read  hundreds  of  his  splendid 
preachments,  and  like  countless  others  among  his  host 
of  ardent  followers,  have  been  taught  many  valuable 
lessons  and  have  imbibed  such  rare  mental  stimulus 
as  only  a  great  philosopher  and  teacher  can  impart  £•» 
In  youth  and  early  manhood  my  life  was  a  barren  intel 
lectual  waste,  which  was  in  a  measure  reclaimed  by  the 
advent  of  Hubbard.  Such  educational  advantages  as  I 
have  been  able  to  receive  were  inspired  by  his  masterly 
preachments.  And  while  now  the  great  Hubbard  is 
gone,  it  is  gratifying  to  know  that  the  wisdom  he  has 
given  shall  not  perish— that  his  thoughts  glow  with  the 
immortal  spark  of  life  and  will  continue  to  speak  unto  us 
from  the  printed  page  and  through  the  medium  of  his 
great  organization  of  loyal  and  zealous  Roycrofters. 
Little  Rock,  Ark.  Sidney  W.  Mase. 


IN  MEMORIAM  229 

nUBBARD  was  a  brilliant  genius,  distinctly 
individual,  seeing  with  his  own  eyes  and 
telling  what  he  saw  in  his  own  inimitable 
way.  He  resembled  no  other  American  so 
much  as  Ben  Franklin,  only  they  belonged  to  different 
times.  He  was  not  only  a  thinker  and  a  writer,  but  he 
made  a  record  as  a  doer.  He  sought  to  ennoble  work  in 
the  popular  mind.  He  continually  sounded  the  praises 
of  service,  and  lived  his  own  philosophy.  Although  he 
declared  that  Emerson  had  said  all  the  good  things 
that  would  be  said  for  a  hundred  years,  his  own  unfor- 
getable  epigrams  outnumber  Emerson's. 
The  world  has  lost  one  of  its  most  picturesque  and 
forceful  personalities.  Such  a  man  is  himself  an  era. 
His  passing  ends  an  epoch.  When  he  dies  a  new  age  is 
fully  born  s>+  s^ 

Portland,  Ore.  .  Lord  C.  Little. 

benefits  of  the  good  work  of  Elbert  Hubbard 
will  long  remain;  entirely  apart  from  his  literary 
fame,  he  will  ever  be  remembered  in  East  Aurora  for 
his  philanthropy  and  public  spirit.  No  matter  what  he 
may  have  said  in  the  play  of  his  wit,  his  heart  was  with 
us.  Personally  we  differed  now  and  then  on  many 
subjects,  but  I  know  we  were  friends. 

East  Aurora,  N.  Y.  Hemy  H.  PeTSOUS. 


230  IN  MEMORIAM 

ECCE  MAGISTER! 

^fc  •  ^^HERE  only  the  filtered  sun-fires  veer 
A  Through  the  dome  of  the  rolling  deep, 

*  With  the  beauty  of  Ocean  to  brood  his  bier, 
^^Jf^r     They  say  that  he  takes  his  sleep. 
With  a  spar  for  pillow,  and  flame  of  flowers 
Fair  candles  to  be  about  him, 
'T  is  said  he  has  vanished  this  world  of  ours — 
That  the  world  must  do  without  him. 

"Ashes  to  ashes"  ....  the  ritual  old 

Forever,  they  say,  must  rule  us, 

And  "  dust  to  dust  "  with  its  phrases  cold 

To  death's  dread  mandate  school  us. 

And  many  there  be  who  would  welcome,  too, 

His  passionless  sleep  at  sea, 

Swung  to  the  song  of  the  swinging  blue 

And  timed  with  Eternity. 

For  ever  are  ciphers  and  duplicates 

From  the  man-mold  freely  flung, 

Each  rounded  with  limits  and  doors  and  gates 

On  the  hinges  of  habitude  hung. 

Not  theirs  is  that  chivalric  Oversoul 

So  one  with  its  guiding  God 

That  it  fears  no  finite  end  or  goal, 

No  sepulch'ring  sea  or  sod. 


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And  yet  do  we  drink  to  a  soul  thus  bred 

The  lees  of  a  coward's  creed, 
And  picture  him  dead  on  his  sea- made  bed 
Miles  down  in  the  drenched  seaweed. 
We  offer  the  ciphers  and  naughts  of  time, 
Dark  portals  and  tomb -ward  doors, 
Memorial  wreaths  and  a  somber  rhyme 
To  greet  him  on  yonder  shores! 

Forgetful  that  living  is  greater  than  life, 

That  loving  surpasseth  love, 

Why  harry  with  little  men's  stir  and  strife 

A  greatness  we  know  not  of? 

First  to  bid  music  and  wine,  and  a  toast, 
To  jest  and  be  genial  of  heart, 
To  minister  mirth  and  be  heartiest  host, 
Were  he  of  our  gatherings  a  part — 

Our  Fra,  of  the  poised,  imperial  mind, 

And  patient,  patrician  soul, 

Would  bid  us  leave  cypress  and  sables  behind, 

And  quaff  from  a  cheerfuller  bowl. 

Of  the  Sea  he  would  speak  as  a  king  of  his  crown, 

Or  of  Death  as  a  fortunate  sleep, 

This  man  who  descended  untimelily  down 

To  mingle  himself  with  the  deep! 


232  IN  MEMORIAM 

So,  like  battle-music  that  cheers  from  its  tents 

Some  hero  who  wins  through  the  fire 

Of  the  foe,  let  our  paeans  proud-hearted  go  hence 

To  the  height  of  high  heaven,  aye  higher. 

For  more  than  all  might  of  all  monarchs  of  yore 

Our  Fra  valued  valor  of  heart, 

And  fain  must  his  spirit  have  been  to  pass  o'er 

At  the  full  of  its  ardor  and  art. 

His  monument,  then,  be  the  men  he  has  made, 

Its  candles  the  lives  he  has  lighted; 

No  tablets  of  bronze  in  the  granite  be  laid, 

Nor  drear  elegiacs  recited 

Far  better,  each  annual  autumn,  to  bring 
Fair  fruit  of  the  Master's  own  sowing —  [fling 

Staunch  hearts  and  strong  hands  and  full  serving — and 
Their  fragrance  to  every  wind  blowing, 

That  he  who  has  smiled  at  the  Brutus  of  death, 

And  Caesar-like  folded  about  him 

His  toga  serenely,  may  savor  its  breath 

And  know  that  we  live  not  without  him : 

That  each  seed  candescent  which  falls  from  his  page 

Still  burgeons  and  blooms  ever-living 

To  symbol  a  nation's  supreme  heritage — 

The  gospel  of  getting  through  giving. 

Manager  Detroit  (Mich.)  Office  rVe/^r   I? 

The  Service  Corporation  LlStCY  K. 


IN  MEMORIAM  233 

I  NEVER  exchanged  any  word  with  Elbert  Hub- 
bard,  but  I  heard  him  speak  and  have  read  pretty 
nearly  everything  he  wrote,  so  that  his  death  fills  me 
with  a  present  sense  of  personal  loss.  Today  I  am  a 
better  man  and  a  little  nearer  heaven,  for  having 
absorbed  the  thoughts  he  expressed  and  because  he 
lived.  I  have  been  a  loyal  "Philistine"  uninterruptedly 
since  Eighteen  Hundred  Ninety-six,  I  think  the  year 
following  its  inception,  and  my  interest  in  the  "  good 
stuff  "  was  shared  for  many  years  by  a  loving  com 
panion  since  taken  from  me. 
London,  Eng.  G.  W.  Springmuhl. 

HUBBARD  was  of  his  time  —  virile, 
direct,  broad,  sympathetic,  generous.  He  did 
great  good  and  I  shall  always  count  myself  his  debtor 
for  the  wisdom  and  sense  of  his  philosophy.  He  was  a 
Twentieth  -Century  Franklin  in  his  application  of  good 
sense  to  modern  life. 

Hon.  Franklin  K.  Lane. 


We  believe  that  in  all  the  world  there  was  not  another 
man  who  possessed  a  greater  all-around  mentality 
than  Elbert  Hubbard,  nor  a  woman  keener  and  more 
logical  than  Alice  Hubbard. 

Anderson,  Texas  W.  T.  Neblett. 


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IN  MEMORIAM 


*S  Officers  and  Directors  of  the  East  Aurora 
Club,  we  are  called  together  that  we  may 
pay  our  tribute  of  respect  to  the  memory 
of  Elbert  and  Alice  Hubbard,  both  friends 
and  benefactors  of  our  village,  d  Their  untimely  death 
robbed  the  world  of  two  great  souls.  East  Aurora  has 
suffered  a  loss  that  is  immeasurable. 
Their  institution,  The  Roycroft,  here  in  our  midst  is  a 
fine  monument,  a  noble  example  of  their  work.  Elbert 
Hubbard,  the  founder,  was  always  fair  and  just  with  his 
helpers.  He  was  loyal  to  East  Aurora.  He  could  always 
be  depended  upon  for  generous  support  in  any  improve 
ment.  The  loss  of  such  a  man  among  men  is  irreparable. 
C.  We  honor  his  memory  and  rejoice  in  the  fact  that  we 
have  known  him  as  a  friend,  and  have  seen  the  physical 
manifestation  of  his  great  mind  in  the  growth  and 
maintenance  of  his  wonderful  institution. 

Arthur  E.  Hammond,  Pres. 

E.  Harlan  Williams,  Vice-Pres. 

Arthur  B.  Avery,  Sec.-Treas. 


Art  is  the  expression  of  man's  joy  in 
his  work.  You  must  let  the  man  work 
with  hand  and  brain,  and  then  out  of 
the  joy  of  this  marriage  beauty  will 
be  born.  And  this  beauty  mirrors  the 
best  in  the  soul  of  man  —  it  shows  the 
spirit  of  God  that  runs  through  him. 


THE  PASTOR  OF  PHILISTIA 

nE  preaches,  and  prays,  and  practises, 
He— of  "  The  Philistine  "; 
He  wears  no  robes  or  phylacteries, 
He— of  "  The  Philistine." 

His  "  Church  "  is  as  wide  as  the  great  old  earth; 
He  preaches  the  doctrine  of  toil  and  mirth ; 
He  prays  in  deeds  of  mighty  worth, 

He  —  of  "  The  Philistine." 

He  is  "  doctor,"  "  farmer,"  "  philosopher,"  "  friend," 
Chief  of  the  Philistines ; 

But  he  studies,  and  digs,  and  thinks  to  one  end — 
This  Chief  of  the  Philistines; 

To  help  the  great  soul  imprisoned  in  clay, 

Whatever  its  place  in  the  world  today, 

To  realize  itself  through  work  and  play; 

This  Chief  of  the  Philistines. 

He  believes  in  the  majesty  of  toil, 

This  Prince  of  the  Philistines ; 
In  the  good  that  works  through  the  world's  turmoil, 

This  Prince  of  the  Philistines ; 

Through  the  love  in  his  heart  he  reaches  each  mind; 
And  the  good  in  the  worst  of  us  he  '11  find, 
By  his  gentle  art  of  "  just  being  kind," 

This  Prince  of  the  Philistines. 

Pa.  Florence  A ,  B.  Swain. 


LBERT  HUBBARD  is  dead,  and  I 
know  that  he  went  to  his  ocean  grave 
fearlessly,  for  although  he  loved 
life,  he  had  no  fear  of  death  :  this 
note  runs  through  all  his  writings. 
CL  He  has  taken  his  last  "  little 
journey  "  —  a  journey  undertaken 
to  report  on  the  War  for  the  Hearst  newspapers.  No 
longer  will  he  use  his  brilliant  pen  to  inspire  and 
instruct.  A  great  genius  has  gone,  and  advertising  men 
have  lost  a  good  friend  :  he  was  a  strong  man  physically 
and  mentally,  and  his  followers  can  ill  afford  his  passing. 
<[  No  man  of  any  age  understood  so  well  the  power  of 
publicity,  and  none  could  compare  with  him  in  the 
writing  of  advertisements.  He  dignified  his  profession 
— he  was  never  ashamed  of  anything  he  did. 
The  first  signed  advertisement  was  Elbert  Hubbard's, 
and  no  advertisements  have  paid  advertisers  better 
than  the  hundreds  which  have  appeared  under  his 
name.  His  articles  on  business  and  his  booklets  de 
scribing  business  have  been  read  by  practically  every 
American  and  by  thousands  in  other  lands.  Most 
American  firms  of  reputation  have  utilized  his  facile  pen 
on  their  behalf  ;  he  was  not  only  the  greatest  advertising 
writer  of  his  time,  but  also  the  most  highly  paid.  His 
"  Message  to  Garcia  "  has  been  printed  in  nearly  every 
language,  and  has  been  the  making  of  many  a  man; 
whilst  his  "  Little  Journeys  "  constitute  the  most 
delightful  of  reading. 


238  IN  MEMORIAM 

He  was  one  of  the  greatest  exponents  of  William 
Morris,  and  his  printshop  and  bindery  at  East  Aurora 
are  famous  among  those  who  rejoice  in  good  printing. 
He  was  the  first  American  journalist  to  write  boldly 
against  Germany,  and  his  booklet,  "  Lifting  the  Lid  Off 
of  Hell,"  has  had  a  great  circulation. 
A  lover  of  his  fellow  men  and  women,  he  was  an 
influence  for  good.  No  writer  was  better  known  in 
America — none  had  a  greater  following.  Although  he 
was  called  "  eccentric,"  he  was  simply  natural. 
Elbert  Hubbard  was  always  himself. 
He  wrote  as  he  thought,  and  he  wrote  well.  I  owe  much 
to  him.  He  influenced  my  career  more  than  any  other 
man  I  have  ever  known,  and  yet  I  never  spoke  to  him. 
He  taught  me  to  love  my  work.  He  told  me  from  the 
platform  and  in  his  books  that  work  was  the  panacea  for 
human  ills,  and  I  believed  him,  and  am  glad  I  did.  He 
was  an  open-air  man — a  man  of  the  fields  and  hills — he 
loved  human  people  and  detested  the  fop  and  the 
waster  .*>•»  £•» 

A  great  orator — I  have  watched  him  hold  an  audience 
spellbound  for  hours  without  music,  effect  or  introduc 
tion  ;  he  was  just  a  simple,  unassuming  man  with  no 
stage  "  presence,"  as  it  is  generally  understood,  talking 
calmly  about  such  an  every-day  topic  as  "  work,"  and 
yet  I  was  one  of  over  a  thousand  people  who  left  the 


IN  MEMORIAM  239 

building  perfectly  satisfied,  and  as  I  came  out  I  almost 
thanked  God  that  I  had  the  courage  to  spend  eight 
shillings  for  a  seat  to  hear  this  man  talk.  Why?  d» 
Because  here  was  a  MAN,  simple  and  sincere — a  man 
with  a  message  and  the  ability  to  deliver  it,  who  always 
practised  what  he  preached. 

I  feel  that  I  have  lost  a  friend — and  friends  are  rare. 
Elbert  Hubbard  was  a  kind  man — a  good  man — a 
"human"  man.  He  had  no  patience  with  the  cant  and 
hypocrisy  of  the  social  whirl.  He  was  a  rugged,  simple 
soul  ;  his  big  heart,  generous  mind  and  open  hand 
were  inspiration  to  the  youth  of  his  homeland,  d  I  was 
in  America  when  he  was  striving  against  big  odds.  I  was 
one  of  the  first  subscribers  to  his  books,  and  I  shall 
cherish  all  I  have  £•»  I  feel  I  am  one  of  Hubbard's 
"boys"  :  he  was  like  a  father  to  my  thoughts.  If  I 
ever  do  a  good  job,  Hubbard — not  I — deserves  most 
of  the  credit.  We  shall  never  see,  in  our  time,  his 
like  again  &+  &•* 
London,  Eng.  Charles  Frederick  Higham. 

America  has  lost  one  of  its  greatest  Business  Philoso 
phers,  and  not  only  America,  but  the  Allies.  We  are  just 
beginning  to  appreciate  Elbert  Hubbard's  writings 
concerning  the  present  National  crisis. 

Australian  General  Electric  Co.  A     j? 

Melbourne,  Australia  A.  £,. 


240  IN  MEMORIAM 

NY  personage  who  has  the  gift  to  cause  humanity 
to  think  and  act,  will  be  despised  by  some  and 
revered  by  others. 

We  recall  four  such  celebrities ;  namely,  Elbert  Hubbard, 
Jesus  Christ,  Confucius  and  the  Devil. 
Personally  I  admire  Elbert  Hubbard  the  most,  as  he 
was  a  combination  of  the  other  three. 
His  sermons,  both  oral  and  written,  have  changed  for 
the  better   thousands  who  walked  in  darkness;  and 
these    pilgrims,    like    the    "  mouse -trap    man    in    the 
woods,"  have  made  a  beaten  path  to  his  door;  and 
among  these  pathfinders  none  is  more  zealous  than  his 
old,  old  friend  s+  t>+ 

East  Aurora,  N.  Y.  Tom  Millar. 

I  FEEL  a  personal  loss  not  only  for  myself  but  for 
every  one  who  knew  him,  and  who  will  miss  the 
bright,  uplifting  and  helpful  articles  that  have  done  so 
much  in  the  past  to  make  people  look  on  the  bright  side 
of  life,  and  to  employ  the  healthful  means  of  right  living. 
The  heritage  that  they  have  left  is  one  uncommon  to  the 
lot  of  men,  and  I  have,  ever  since  their  taking  away, 
been  reading  over  many  of  these  writings,  and  they 
have  made  a  deep  impression  on  my  mind,  even  deeper 
than  when  I  read  them  first. 

Denver.  Col.  J-  F.  Edmonds. 


BOARDING   THE   "  LUSITANIA  " 
THE  LAST  PICTURE  TAKEN  OF  ELBERT  HUBBARD 


IN  MEMORIAM  241 


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Y  old  friend,  William  T.  Stead,  used  to  say: 
"  There  are  only  about  half  a  dozen  men 
in  any  country  worth  knowing.  These  give 
the  key  to  the  others.  The  rest  are  either 
ciphers  or  duplicates." 

Although  Mr.  Stead  never  gave  me  a  list  of  the 
half-dozen  Americans,  Elbert  Hubbard  was  surely 
one  of  them.  A  man  of  brains  and  a  man  of  personality, 
forethought,  fearless,  effective,  he  stood  in  a  class  by 
himself,  a  class  possible  only  in  those  free  countries  we 
call  Anglo-Saxon. 

He  could  not  live  among  a  people  that  "  loves  as  one  " 
and  hates  as  one.  He  is  at  home  only  when  each  man 
trusts  his  own  heart  and  brain  and  acknowledges 
responsibility  only  to  himself  and  his  Maker.  And  his 
Maker  is  no  tribal  god,  "  lord  of  a  far-flung  battle -line," 
but  the  creator  of  personality,  of  individualism,  of  the 
capacity  to  be  human,  and  yet  no  slavish  copy  of  any 
other  human  who  ever  drew  breath. 
Elbert  Hubbard,  who  hated  war,  and  who  did  his  best 
to  make  its  achievements  seem  preposterous  and  its 
heroics  absurd,  fell  at  last  as  a  war- victim.  And  withal 
a  victim  to  that  phase  of  war  which  is  least  in  its  risks 
and  most  contemptible  in  its  achievements — the  war 
against  men  and  women  who  can  not  strike  back  s+ 
We  are  grateful  to  Elbert  Hubbard  for  giving  us  the 


242  IN  MEMORIAM 

American  view  of  so  many  questions,  the  view  which 

is  the  resultant  of  brains  and  personality. 

We  shall  never  forget  the  lesson  of  the  message  that 

was  carried  to  Garcia. 

We  shall  never  be  unmindful  of  his  lesson  of  the  crass 

preposterousness  of  international  war. 

We  shall  never  forget  that  this  war,  in  its  most  cruel, 

brutal  and  inhuman  manifestation,  has  added  his  name 

to  the  long  roll  of  martyrs  in  the  cause  of  humanity. 

Le?anndlStanford  University,  Cal.  David  Stan  Jordan. 

LBERT  HUBBARD  will  be  mourned  by  many, 
but  by  none,  we  think,  more  sincerely  and  with 
more  affectionate  remembrance  than  by  his  former 
helpers,  who  knew  him  in  the  Land  of  Immortality.  It 
was  only  yesterday,  perhaps,  but  now  it  is  ages  ago  s^ 
Let  us  play  that  funeral  march  of  Beethoven's,  that  was 
such  a  favorite  with  him,  remembering,  always  and  for 
ever,  that  Elbert  Hubbard  was  a  big-hearted,  generous- 
natured,  kindly-impulsed  Man. 
ckicaeo,  m.  ^^  H.  T.  F.  Husted. 

Elbert  Hubbard' s  genius  was  unique  and  powerful:  a 
combination  of  the  gentle,  flowing  eloquence  of 
Emerson,  and  the  keen,  incisive  utterances  of  Carlyle. 
champaign,  m.  Geo.  E.  Pingrce. 


IN  MEMORIAM  243 

'LWAYS    Elbert    and   Alice    Hubbard    have 
appealed  to  me  like  the  hunter  for  truth  in 
Olive  Schreiner's  great  allegory — never  so 
much  so  as  in  their  passage  through  the 
door  we  know  as  death. 

When  they  went  under  the  waters  and  because  they 
went  under  the  waters,  a  like  vision  to  the  hunter's  must 
have  come  to  them. 

I  have  never  known  two  people  who  could  so  catch 
another's  meaning,  coalesce  it  with  their  own,  and  hand 
the  idea  back  intact  for  the  creator.  This  I  call  the 
interpretative  spirit  supported  by  the  universal  sympa 
thy.  These  qualities  are  possessed  by  few  ;  they  mark 
the  world-masters. 

The  Great  Apostle  of  the  present  moment  and  work  !  a+ 
The  best  understander  of  the  power  of  loyalty  that  the 
world  has  seen. 

The  creator  of  the  idea  of  loyalty  as  it  pervades  modern 
business  £•»  £«• 

These  and  a  thousand  other  workable  assets  in  modern 
business  a  coming  time  will  recognize  as  the  creation 
of  and  gift  from  the  Genius  we  called  Elbert  Hubbard. 
C.  It  is  not  too  much  to  expect  that  he  may  come  to  be 
known  as  "  The  Great  Modern." 

To  the  world  at  large  Alice  Hubbard  was  best  known  as 
"  the  gracious  helpmeet  of  Elbert  Hubbard."  This  she 


244  IN  MEMORIAM 

was,  and  in  such  manner  that  it  is  little  wonder  that  the 

world  likes  to  think  of  her  thus.  But  —  we  women  for 

our  own  sakes  must  not  only  think  of  her  thus,  but  as 

something  other  as  well. 

Alice  Hubbardwas  the  best  friend  of  woman  that  woman 

ever  had  />«.  .<*. 

She  understood,  as  no  other  person  I  have  seen,  that 

it  is   "  the   standing  together  of  women  "   that  must 

count  before  everything  else. 

She  was  among  the  very  first  to  think  of  woman  as  a 

human  being.  No  one  has  held  to  that  point  so  steadily 

as  did  Alice  Hubbard.  Into  the  web  of  life  she  saw 

women  entering  as  human  beings  for  a  strong  warp  in  a 

perfect  web,  or  as  females  only  —  dropped  threads  in  a 

worthless  warp  of  a  wasted  web. 

A  strong-souled,  clear-seeing  leader  of  women  went 

out  of  the  daily  task  when  Alice  Hubbard  passed  under 

the  waves. 

,  Miss.  Lucille  Wetherell. 


Elbert  Hubbard  stood  for  sterling  honesty  and  was  a 
fine  example.  He  was  no  mere  theorist.  He  told  the 
people  how  to  get  the  best  out  of  life,  and  what  is  more, 
he  showed  them  how.  He  believed  in  his  work  and  in 
his  message,  and  he  strove  to  make  men  think. 

London,  Eng.  Jan  D. 


IN  MEMORIAM  245 

LBERT  HUBBARD  was  a  distinctive  Ameri 
can  product.  Few  men  have  impressed  their 
personality  as  he  has  done  upon  the  general 
public  9+  ?>+> 

He  represented  what  Americans  most  admire:  the 
force  of  personality  unaided  by  organization.  He 
belonged  to  no  sect,  cult,  movement  or  institution.  There 
was  no  push  of  dead  men's  hands  nor  dead  men's 
money  behind  him.  What  he  did  was  by  his  unendowed, 
naked  soul. 

He  was  the  modern  heretic,  and  heretics  are  what  live 
nations  need.  Men  are  constantly  endowing  institutions 
to  perpetuate  orthodoxy  ;  but  it  is  the  heretic  that  is 
eternally  in  demand.  Although  a  heretic  he  was  human. 
The  trouble  with  most  heretics  is  that  they  become  as 
inhuman  as  the  institutions  they  oppose. 
He  wrote  on  a  level  with  the  great  public.  His  style  was 
a  marvel  of  simplicity  and  brightness. 
His  ideal  was  success.  His  "  Message  to  Garcia  "  is 
probably  the  best  extant  brochure  on  efficiency. 
Few  of  us  agreed  with  him.  That  is  why  he  did  us  all 
good.  He  made  us  think. 

He  did  a  deal  of  good  by  the  courage  and  cheer  of  his 
writings.    He   was   an   energetic   optimist.   Thousands 
loved  him  and  were  helped  by  him. 
New  York  cny  Doctor  Frank  Crane. 


246  IN  MEMORIAM 

PHILISTINE  came  nearer  to  being  Hubbard 
himself  than  any  other  of  his  publications  or 
endeavors.  It  was  his  first  literary  love,  and  to  it  he  gave 
the  best  of  his  production,  the  sharpest  of  his  wit,  the 
keenest  of  his  satire. 

What  the  "  Spectator"  was  to  Addison,  the  "Federalist" 
to  Hamilton,  the  "  Yellow  Book  "  to  Beardsley,  the 
11  Iconoclast  "  to  Brann,  "  The  Philistine  "  was  to 
Hubbard.  He  said  it  was  a  first-class  publication  sent 
at  second-class  rates.  He  used  it  as  Zeno  used  his  scrolls 
to  promote  a  philosophy  which,  if  it  was  shared  by  any 
body  else,  he  so  garbed  it  in  queer  words  and  twisted 
phrases  as  to  make  it  seem  all  his  own.  It  was  his  child 
and  he  loved  it,  and  somewhere  his  soul  will  welcome 
the  news  that  with  his  going  it,  too,  disappears. 

Baltimore,  Md.  "  The  NeWS." 

SDR  the  vast  ocean  to  be  the  coverlet  of  one  whose 
work  was  so  large  and  whose  thought  ranged  so 
far  and  free  is  fitting — universal.  He  belonged  to  us  all. 
The  hand  of  Fate  suddenly  has  swept  those  twain  from 
the  checkerboard  of  life;  but  it  is  not  the  end.  They 
have  returned,  Somewhere.  He  had  lived  bravely  and 
to  much  good  purpose.  Achievement  was  with  him  even 
unto  death  r*.  &+• 

Dorchester,  Mass.  GcOTQe  A. 


IN  MEMORIAM  247 

DNE    of   Elbert   Hubbard's    convictions   was 
"  that  man   creates   his    God   in   his    own 
image,"   and   this   conviction  was  founded 
on  a  fact  in  Nature.  Tell  me  your  idea  of 
God  and  I  will  write  your  biography. 
Elbert  Hubbard,  taking  his  own  medicine,  created  a 
God  of  Justice,  and  he  found  that  God  within  himself, 
just  where  you  and  I  will  find  him  (?)  if  and  when  we 
know  ourselves,  as  Elbert  Hubbard  knew  himself  «•» 
As  time  rolls  on,  we  will  find  that  what  he  said  and  did 
were  but  effects  the  cause  of  which  not  only  contains 
the  secret  of  his  genius,  but  is  his  real  and  enduring 
legacy  to  humanity. 

The  cause  was  a  thought,  and  it  is  as  true  as  it  was  when 
first  uttered  in  India  and  Syria,  that  "  as  a  man  think- 
eth  in  his  heart,  so  is  he." 

This  thought  was  elemental,  and  therefore  universal, 
and  he  reaped  precisely  as  he  sowed.  From  the  seed  of 
Justice,  a  balanced  life,  there  came  the  fruits  of  Justice, 
health  (physical  and  spiritual),  love,  joy,  harmony, 
rhythm,  proportion,  poise — and  last,  but  not  least, 
Understanding.  Knowing  himself,  he  knew  all  man 
kind;  knowing  one  woman,  he  knew  all  women;  having 
been  a  child,  he  knew  all  children — and  behold,  a 
citizen  of  the  world  who  knew  no  more  about  man-made 
boundary -lines  than  a  migratory  bird. 


248  IN  MEMORIAM 

It  was  the  immortal  Spirit  of  Justice  that  flowed  from 
Elbert  Hubbard  like  an  inexhaustible  fountain  that  will 
make  him  immortal  not  only  here  but  "  there." 
He  solved  the  mystery  of  "  two  in  one,"  first  by  balanc 
ing  his  own  dual  natures  ;  next,  finding  his  mate,  through 
physical  and  spiritual  unity,  he  carried  the  principle  to 
its  next  higher  stage,  and  then  he  was  one  of  the  few 
who  could  say,  and  say  with  understanding  of  its 
sublimity  of  spiritual  vision,  "  I  and  my  Father  are  one 
in  Spirit." 

The  measure  of  a  man  is  not,  Is  he  labeled  this  or 
that,  but  is,  Is  he  just,  and  by  this  measure  Elbert 
Hubbard,  plus  Alice  Hubbard,  was  a  Whole  Man  or  a 
Whole  Woman,  as  you  please,  and  having  found  peace 
within,  they  pointed  the  way  of  peace  to  all  mankind. 
New  York  city  Charles  Lummus  Robinson. 

The  ideas  and  ideals  that  Elbert  Hubbard  stood  for,  his 
advocacy  of  happiness,  health,  honest  work  and  love, 
laughter  and  life,  have  done  more  for  me  and  many  of 
my  friends  than  is  possible  for  me  to  express. 

Toronto,  Canada  L. 


I  have  long  regarded  Elbert  Hubbard  as  a  teacher, 
guide  and  friend  —  an  asset  to  all  humanity. 

Horticulturist  TT     D 

Geneva,  N.  Y.  U.  P. 


IN  MEMORIAM  249 

OEAR  ALICE  AND  ELBERT:  We  have  been 
waiting,  my  wife   and   I,  buoyed   up   by   a 
hope,  born  of  love,  that  it  is  all  a  frightful 
dream!  Our  hope  is  now  gone;  our  love  un 
dying,  undiminished!  We  must  speak  or  write,  but  to 
whom  we  know  not,  except  to  you. 
Your  ears,  attuned  to  eternal  harmonies  and  ever  open 
to  cries  of  the  suffering,  the  misled,  the  oppressed,  the 
lowly  and  helpless,  are  now  deaf  ! 

Your  eyes,  always  open  to  beauty,  to  truth  and  justice  ; 
eager  to  seek  out  avenues  of  helpfulness  and  cheer, 
are  now  unseeing  ! 

Your  hearts  pulsing  with  human  love,  and,  we  often 
thought,  greater  than  divine  pity,  have  ceased  to  beat ! 
Your  hands,  quick  and  strong  to  grasp  us,  wavering  and 
weak,  and  lift  us  from  the  ways  of  fear  and  doubt,  are 
powerless  ! 

Your  feet,  nimble  and  willing  to  beat  down  the  brambles, 
to  surmount  the  obstacles  and  to  blaze  the  way  in  the 
sorry  path  of  life,  to  crush  the  reptile  horde  of  tyranny, 
brutality,  cruelty,  bigotry,  ignorance,  and  lead  us  along 
the  hard  stretches  of  gentleness  and  love  and  pity  and 
justice  and  helpfulness  ; 

God  help  us,  they  halt !   They  tell  us  you  are  Dead  ! 
But  no  ! 
Deeds  born  of  devoted,  unsleeping  eyes,  ever -receptive 


250  IN  MEMORIAM 

ears,    hopeful,    pitying,    all-embracing   hearts,    helpful 
hands,  sturdy,  willing  feet,  can  never  die  ! 

"  Till  human  time 

Shall  fold  its  eyelids,  and  the  human  sky 
Be  gathered  like  a  scroll  within  the  tomb 
Unread  forever." 

Consecrated  to  beauty,  hope,  joy,  love,  usefulness,  you 
two  have  gone  ;  but  you  have  left  a  small  army  inspired 
by  your  example  and  ideals  ;  less  brave,  no  doubt,  than 
you,  less  resourceful  and  rather  inarticulate,  but  oh! 
so  anxious  to  do  our  little  to  keep  aglow  the  sacred 
flame  to  which  you  gave  your  lives. 
Heirs  of  the  good  and  great  of  all  time,  standard- 
bearers  of  Truth  and  Liberty  as  you  are,  we  will  follow 
you  and,  as  we  may,  bless  you  by  blessing  others  &+ 
While  thinking  beings  dwell  on  earth,  you  can  not  be 
forgotten,  and  a  grateful,  loving  memory  is  a  blessed 
Immortality  !  That  we  may  do  nothing  to  dim  or  shorten 
it,  that  we  may  do  each  our  utmost  to  brighten  and 
lengthen  it,  is  our  only  prayer. 
Good-by,  dear  noble  friends,  good-by  ! 
chaumont,  N.  Y.  The  Amidons. 

One  of  the  great  evidences  of  self-control  is  the 
power  to  forget. 


IN  MEMORIAM  251 

\^  ifND  so  has  passed  to  the  other  shores,  the 
^  [  philosopher,  the  educator,  and  the  enter- 
fl  I  tainer,  Elbert  Hubbard— the  Philistine  who 
i>£^»N-J&l,  inspired,  educated  and  entertained,  not 
alone  the  present,  but  the  generations  that  have  gone 
before — who,  in  his  "Little  Journeys,"  introduced  and 
made  us  acquainted  with  the  Master  Minds  that  have 
left  their  impress  upon  the  world,  and  in  "  The  Fra," 
"  Ali  Baba  "  and  "  A  Message  to  Garcia  "  held  the 
mirror  up  to  Nature,  reflecting  as  by  object-lessons 
how  near  akin  are  humor  and  philosophy,  illustrating 
that  step  from  the  sublime  to  the  ridiculous,  but  always 
with  a  moral  that  made  amends  for  any  seeming  levity, 
and  left  a  legacy  to  that  advance  thought  that  has  rele 
gated  to  the  scrap-pile  many  of  the  decayed  and  dis 
carded  doctrines  and  theories  of  the  past. 
Waco,  Texas  Alfred  Abeel. 

0LBERT  HUBBARD  was  one  of  the  best-loved  men 
in  America,  and  was  loved  not  only  because  of  his 
kindliness  of  heart,  but  because  of  his  splendid  courage 
and  great  spirit.  He  was  not  afraid.  He  seemed  to  know 
no  fear.  It  takes  a  truly  great  man  nowadays  to  hew  to 
the  line  of  what  he  believes  to  be  right  without  fear  or 
favor  £•»  &+• 

President  Riverside  Publishing  Co.  rr     p     0,,, 

Chicago,  111.  H.  E.  Sever. 


252  IN  MEMORIAM 

I  WAS  personally  acquainted  with  Elbert  and  Alice 
Hubbard,  in  a  social  and  business  way,  and  two 
more  beautiful  souls  never  lived. 

Elbert  Hubbard  had  more  to  do  with  the  building  up  of 
East  Aurora  than  most  people  know.  I  have  been  a 
merchant  in  East  Aurora  for  the  past  twenty-four  years 
and  can  testify  that  the  Roycroft  Institution  has  put 
many  a  dollar  into  every  one's  pocket  doing  business 
here  t*>  $+> 

On  account  of  the  great  work  of  Elbert  and  Alice 
Hubbard,  our  Post-Office  has  been  made  a  first-class 
Office,  thereby  giving  the  residents  of  our  little  village 
free  delivery  service.  East  Aurora  and  its  people  owe 
much  to  the  memory  of  Elbert  and  Alice  Hubbard. 


IT  was  my  fortune  to  have  known  Elbert  Hubbard 
for  nearly  thirty  years.  I  have  been  with  him 
months  together.  Have  seen  him  daily,  years  on  end, 
as  nearest  neighbor,  friend  and  companion. 
I  have  known  him  always  as  true  to  his  ideals — as 
sincere,  purposeful  and  sagacious — a  man  of  many 
parts,  and  wise  beyond  his  time.  Always  responsive, 
always  hopeful,  his  life  to  me  was  a  blessing — his 
memory  a  benediction. 

East  Aurora,  N.  Y.  Arthur  L.  Mitchell,  M.  D. 


IN  MEMORIAM  253 

^W^HEN  at  the  last  Great  Day  the  silver-toned 
tt  Trump  of  Judgment  shall  announce  to  the 
W  people  the  proclamation  that  Our  God  hath 
^^Jjjj^r     sealed  the  books   of   men's   deeds   for   all 
Eternity — and  Time  on  this  sphere  shall  be  no  more 
forever,    and   the    precious    gems    of    Old    Ocean    be 
gathered  up  from  the  unfathomable  depths  to  adorn 
and  beautify  the  Heavenly  Throne — methinks  I  see  a 
trinity  of  rare  gems  merging  from  the  waters  respond 
ing  to  the  trumpet's  call  —  namely,  Elbert  and  Alice 
Hubbard  and  Father  Maturin  —  all  in  full  robing  s  of 
glory!  They  will  bear  the  imprint  upon  their  forehead 
indicative  of  their  well -wrought  parts  whilst  here  in 
this  topsy-turvy  world. 

Compared  with  the  diabolical  tragedy  of  the  "  Lusitania" 
sinking  at  the  hands  of  the  Kaiser  and  his  ilk,  how  the 
life-work  of  this  martyred  three  shines  out  like  stars  at 
nightfall !  God  rest  their  gentle  souls ! 

Descendant  of  Gerald  Griffin 

Irish  Poet  and  Novelist  x-i  r     r»     s/r       i, 

Montrose,  Pa.  -«=»«»  George  J.  R.  MOCk. 

While  I  never  had  the  privilege  of  meeting  Elbert  Hub- 
bard  personally,  and  never  heard  him  lecture  but  a  single 
time,  he  was  my  friend  and  counselor  from  boyhood, 
and  his  writings  were  to  me  ever  an  inspiration  and 
a  help  s»  £» 

Clarksburg,  W.  Va.  Maurice   L. 


254 


IN  MEMORIAM 


IGHTEEN  years  ago  I  was  in  Mandalay, 
British  Burma,  where  I  picked  up  the  first 
copy  of  "The  Philistine"  I  had  seen.  I  read 
it  through  and  said  to  myself,  "  The  man  who 
wrote  that  is  all  right."  I  have  read  everything  that 
Elbert  Hubbard  has  written  since,  with  pleasure  and 
profit  £»  .*>•» 

Elbert  Hubbard  wrote  to  thinking  people,  expressing 
their  own  thoughts,  as  far  as  they  had  gone,  finishing 
them  in  a  way  that  made  people  sit  up. 
Indeed,  he  dared  to  do  and  gloried  in  the  doing,  because 
his  every  undertaking  was  just.  That  word  "  Just-"  he 
exemplified. 

I  never  met  Alice  Hubbard  except  in  spirit  through  her 
writings.  I  have  a  letter  from  her  before  me  which  is 
indicative  of  the  nobility  and  purity  of  her  soul  now 
soaring  with  its  mate  above. 
Athoi,  MOSS.  BramleyKite. 


I  will  not  pray  that  each  day  be  a  perfect 
day,  but  I  will  pray  to  lapse  not  into  in 
difference  5^  I  will  not  pray  that  each 
time  I  shall  build  both  strong  and  true  ; 
but  imperfect,  I  will  pray  for  impulse 
that  I  may  build  anew  $+  &+  s+ 


ELBERT  HUBBARD 
passed  from  out  our  world  so  suddenly, 
And  from  the  hearts  that  loved  thee  long  and 

well — 

Hearts  burdened  deep  with  anguish  when  the  knell 
Of  thy  life's  ending  sounded  o'er  the  sea; 
And  now  that  thy  great  soul  from  earth  is  free, 
Can  we  say:  God  knows  best — striving  to  quell 
The  grief  that  rises  in  us,  and  the  swell 
Of  sobs  that  burst  in  tears  that  flow  for  thee? 
Ah,  no!  dear  friend,  for  friendship's  tendrils  creep 
And  cling  too  close  to  ever  let  thee  go — 

There  is  no  comfort  n  the  "  God  knows  best!  " 
But  was  there  solace  drifting  to  Death's  sleep 
To  feel  thou  wert  companioned,  and  to  know 
The  one  thou  loved  so  deeply  shared  thy  rest? 

Greensboro,  N.  C.  Coral 


EXTRACTS    FROM    THE   ADDRESS    OF    HON. 

JOHN  J.   LENTZ,   NATIONAL    PRESIDENT 

AMERICAN  INSURANCE  UNION 

Delivered  at  East  Aurora,  New  York,  on  Sunday,  July  Fourth,  Nine 
teen  Hundred  Fifteen,  In  Memoriam  of  Elbert  and  Alice  Hubbard 


N  my  library  wall  hang  two  portraits 
in  one  frame,  and  coupling  them  are 
the  words,  "  The  love  you  liberate 
in  your  work  is  the  love  you  keep." 
On  one  side  of  that  beautiful  thought 
is  the  picture  of  Alice  Hubbard,  and 
on  the  other  side  the  picture  of 
Elbert  Hubbard.  That  was  the  key  to  their  success. 
That  is  the  essence  of  their  heroic  career  in  the  world, 
intellectual  and  spiritual.  "  The  love  you  liberate  in 
your  work  is  the  love  you  keep."  It  is  the  paradox  of  the 
world.  The  more  you  take  out  of  your  own  affection  and 
give  to  others,  the  more  you  have  left.  There  is  no  such 
thing  as  pumping  the  heart  dry.  You  may  pump  any 
well  dry ;  but  out  of  the  well  of  your  affection,  the  more 
you  give  to  others  the  more  you  have  left.  It  is  the 
paradox,  it  is  the  miracle,  it  is  the  Divine  itself. 
Some  old  Roman  said  of  some  other  great  Roman, 
"He  was  a  better  friend  to  everybody  than  anybody  is 
to  anybody."  And  so  I  feel  that  the  Hubbards  were 
better  friends  to  everybody  than  anybody  is  to  anybody. 
Whatever  may  have  been  done  by  Henry  Ward  Beecher 
and  his  sister,  greater  than  Henry,  Harriet  Beecher 
Stowe;  whatever  may  have  been  done  by  Thomas 


258  IN  MEMORIAM 

Jefferson  and  Abraham  Lincoln;  whatever  may  have 
been  done  by  Benjamin  Lundy,  William  Lloyd  Garrison 
and  Wendell  Phillips  in  behalf  of  the  liberation  of  the 
black  slaves  of  the  South,  much  more  has  been  done 
by  Elbert  and  Alice  Hubbard  in  liberating  the  human 
mind  &+  s+ 

The  others  liberated  four  million  black  slaves.  The 
Hubbards  began  and  finished  their  work  which  has 
liberated,  and  continues  to  liberate,  hundreds  of  mil 
lions  of  minds  from  the  fetishes,  superstitions  and 
bigotry  of  the  ages. 

Their  work  and  their  names  were  in  the  hall  of  fame 
long  before  they  joined  the  choir  invisible.  Whatever 
we  may  think  of  the  Brownings,  Robert  Browning  and 
Elizabeth  Barrett  Browning ;  whatever  we  may  think  of 
Damon  and  Pythias,  it  is  all  summed  up  and  surpassed 
in  the  immortal  career  of  Elbert  and  Alice  Hubbard  &+ 
The  beauty  of  it  is  that  they  are  here  with  us  today  and 
that  they  know  how  you  and  I  feel  about  it.  They  had  a 
right  to  the  commendation  of  the  world.  Wherever  you 
meet  an  intellectual  man  or  woman  of  real  culture, 
they  know  Elbert  and  Alice  Hubbard,  and  they  love  the 
names  of  our  true  and  loyal  friends  for  what  they  did 
for  them  «•»  *•» 

They  struggled,  they  worked,  and  forth  flowed  the  pure 
waters  of  sincerity,  of  kindly  estimate  and  judgment  of 


IN  MEMORIAM  259 

the  acts  and  deeds  of  all.  Instead  of  living  with  their 
faces  turned  towards  the  past,  they  live  with  their 
hands  in  yours  and  mine  today.  They  have  contributed 
something  to  the  world  that  no  other  pair  ever  did  con 
tribute.  It  was  not  possible  in  any  of  the  centuries  and 
generations  of  European  civilization  or  Asiatic  civiliza 
tion  to  accomplish  what  these  two  friends  of  ours 
accomplished  £•»  &** 

The  best  of  it  all  is  not  the  work  they  did  individually, 
but  the  work  they  did  indirectly  through  you  and 
through  the  hundreds  of  thousands  that  they  reached 
from  day  to  day  in  their  respective  callings.  Carrying 
messages  not  only  to  Garcia,  but  to  every  human  being 
who  had  a  mind  open  and  ready  to  receive  a  message 
and  carry  it  to  living  men,  commercial  advertisers, 
lawyers,  some  preachers,  some  doctors,  carried  the 
messages  from  the  Hubbards  and  planted  these  seeds 
of  thought,  not  upon  stony  ground,  but  in  soil  that  was 
ready.  And  the  courage  of  the  Hubbards  was  the 
courage  that  the  world  needed,  and  they  inoculated  the 
world  with  the  boldness  to  think  for  themselves  and 
act  for  themselves  and  to  be  themselves. 
The  Hubbards  said  that  the  definition  of  some  one  was 
that  every  great  man  was  approachable.  Then  the 
Hubbards  were  great.  The  Hubbards  were  approachable 
to  the  humblest  and  the  highest.  As  we  walk  and  talk 


260  IN  MEMORIAM 

with  them,  we  learn  the  lessons  of  simplicity  and 
sincerity.  No  one  ever  saw  either  of  them  covet  or 
court  the  ostentatious. 

They  despised  and  deplored  bigotry,  duplicity,  hypoc 
risy,  Pecksniffian  pretense  and  vanity. 
I  know  of  no  two  souls  in  history  or  in  literature,  or 
among  the  good  and  great  men  and  women  I  have  met, 
who  stamped  so  indelibly  upon  a  generation,  upon  a 
century,   the    religion   of  an   affectionate   and   sincere 
personality  as  did  Elbert  and  Alice  Hubbard. 
I  have  already  intimated  that,  according  to  my  estimate, 
our  friends  Elbert  and  Alice  Hubbard  summed  up  their 
religion  in  three  words:  "  Service,  not  self."  To  put  it 
in  another  way,  I  think  they  showed  by  every  act  of 
their  lives  that  their  faith  and  creed  could  be  summed 
up  in  eight  words:   "  He  loves  God  most,  who  serves 
man  best."  £•»  $* 
Or  in  the  happy  language  formulated  by  Joaquin  Miller : 

"  He  who  serves  self  alone 
Serves  neither  God  nor  man; 
He  who  serves  self  alone 
Serves  the  meanest  mortal  known." 

How  truly  have  the  Hubbards  demonstrated  the  wisdom 
of  Emerson,  who  said,  "  To  be  rich  in  friends  is  to  be 
poor  in  nothing." 


IN  MEMO RI AM  261 

How  truly  did  James  Russell  Lowell  express  the  creed 
of  the  Hubbards  when  he  said: 

"  New  conditions  teach  new  duties; 
Time  makes  ancient  good  uncouth; 
They  must  upward  still  and  onward 
Who  would  keep  abreast  the  truth." 

Let  the  Christian  sing,  "  I  love  Jesus."  Let  the  Jew 
sing,  "  I  love  Moses."  Let  the  Republican  sing,  "  I  love 
Lincoln."  Let  the  Democrat  sing,  "  I  love  Jefferson." 
But  the  Hubbards  sang,  "  I  love  humanity." 
The  Hubbards  did  for  our  generation  and  our  civiliza 
tion  what  would  have  been  a  spiritual  impossibility  to 
the  civilizations  of  China,  India,  Persia,  Athens,  Rome 
and  medieval  Europe.  They  taught  the  doctrine  of  the 
fatherhood  of  God  and  the  brotherhood  of  man.  Every 
thought,  every  word  and  every  deed  of  Elbert  and  Alice 
Hubbard  was  but  an  expression  and  an  exemplification 
of  the  fondest  hope  and  the  purest  purpose  of  our  own 
immortalized  Lincoln,  who  in  his  last  days  said,  "  I 
hope  when  I  am  dead  and  gone  it  will  be  said  of  me  by 
those  who  knew  me  best,  that  I  always  plucked  a 
thistle  and  planted  a  flower  where  I  thought  a  flower 
would  grow."  And  thus  may  we  all  hope  to  pluck  the 
thistle  in  the  pathway  of  our  friends  and  plant  the 
flowers  s«»  .oo» 


262  IN  MEMORIAM 


thing  about  Alice  Hubbard  which  impressed 
me  most  was  her  eternal  quest  for  knowledge,  her 
wonderful,  open  mind. 

She  possessed  a  splendid  education,  a  world  of  knowl 
edge  acquired  by  reading  and  by  companionship  with 
mental  aristocrats,  broad  experiences  as  a  teacher,  a 
business  woman,  a  lecturer  and  a  farmer,  but  she  was 
forever  in  search  of  more  knowledge  —  reading,  studying, 
thinking  &+  so» 

The  smile  of  Alice  Hubbard  was  very  sweet.  It  was 
part  of  the  inspiring  quality  she  possessed.  It  was 
encouraging,  kindly,  winning.  It  warmed  your  heart. 
It  was  one  of  her  greatest  charms,  changing  a  face,  not 
young  in  repose,  to  one  of  youth  and  vivacity.  I  have 
heard  more  than  one  Roycrofter  say  that  when  Alice 
Hubbard  passed  and  smiled,  the  day  was  brighter  «•» 

East  Aurora,  N.  Y.  Carolyn  PattOJl. 

IT  has  been  my  good  fortune  to  know  many  men 
and  women  of  rare  worth  and  intellect,  and  I 
count  it  a  big  and  blessed  privilege  that  Elbert  Hub 
bard  was  my  friend.  I  had  the  greatest  admiration  for 
him;  his  work  broadened  and  brightened  my  life. 
America  has  lost  one  of  her  greatest  and  most  patriotic 
citizens  «•»  $•» 
west  Chester,  Pa.  Edward  Hicks  StrceteT  Terry. 


IN  MEMORIAM  263 

HMAN  like  Elbert  Hubbard  dies  ;  it  is  a  light  that 
vanishes  away. 

We  are  seized  with  sadness  which  resembles  prostra 
tion  ;  but  this  prostration  is  of  short  moment. 
The  faithful  souls  are  the  powerful  souls. 
A  strong  light  has  gone  out,  but  the  source  of  light 
remains  &*  a+ 

Necessary  beings  as  was  Elbert  Hubbard  die,  but  do 
not  disappear;  their  work  pursues  them.  Their  acts  and 
deeds  are  inlaid,  nay,  embodied,  in  the  life  of  humanity. 
C.  Let  us  render  honor  to  his  great  soul,  let  us  hail  his 
immortality.  Such  men  must  die,  because  it  is  the 
common  law;  and  they  must  last,  because  it  is  the 
eternal  law.  Nature  makes  them,  humanity  keeps  them. 
€[  As  Historian  Elbert  Hubbard  imparted  knowledge  ; 
as  Orator  he  persuaded  ;  as  Philosopher  he  enlightened. 
He  was  eloquent  and  he  was  excellent.  His  heart  was 
equal  to  his  mind. 

He  had  the  twofold  gift  and  he  followed  the  twofold 
duty:  he  has  served  the  people  and  he  has  loved  the 
people  £»  £*» 
He  will  ever  live  amongst  us. 

Notary  and  Comm 
Montreal,  Canada 


Notary  and  Commissioner  /"•     7     F 

C.  J.  E. 


An    ounce    of    loyalty    is    worth    a    pound    of 
cleverness. 


264  IN  MEMORIAM 

QEOPLE  have  often  asked  me,  "  How  can  Elbert 
Hubbard  be  as  sincere  and  unaffected  as  you 
say  he  is?  " 

My  reply  was:  "  You  will  just  have  to  meet  him  your 
self  .->€*  £0» 

"  Possibly  his  idiosyncrasies  of  personal  appearance 
were  adopted  for  advertising  purposes — and  possibly 
not  s*>  «•» 

"  But  if  you  were  to  meet  him,  you  would  realize  that 
his  simple  kindliness  and  brotherliness  are  not  poses." 
A  chat  with  Alice  or  Elbert  Hubbard  was  always 
genuinely  helpful  to  me. 

President  Crane  &  Breed  Mfg.  Co.  A       .•      A     T>        J 

Cincinnati,  Ohio  .       Austin  A.  Breed. 

ILL  you  allow  me  to  tender  to  you  my  heartfelt 
sympathy  with  you  all  in  the  untimely  death  of 
the  leaders  of  The  Roycrofters,  Alice  and  Elbert  Hub 
bard?  Our  people  are  appalled  at  the  murders  that  have 
been  committed  by  the  sinking  of  the  passenger-steam 
ship  "  Lusitania,"  and  for  all  the  relatives  of  the 
murdered  we  have  the  most  profound  sympathy.  May 
the  fact  that  others  are  sorrowing  with  you  help  you  all 
to  bear  up  under  the  irreparable  loss  you  and  all  Roy- 
crofters — nay,  all  civilized  peoples — have  sustained  by 
the  removal  of  your  leaders. 

CWellingtSon,eNeW  Zealand        Hon.  Sir  Robert  StOUt,  K.  C.  M.  G. 


IN  MEMORIAM  265 

HEREAS,  the  Loyal  Order  of  Moose  and 
the  State  Lodge  of  Iowa  have  recently  lost 
one  of  their  most  distinguished  members  in 
the  death  of  our  lamented  brother,  Elbert 
Hubbard,  in  the  "Lusitania"  tragedy,  be  it  resolved, 
by  the  Iowa  State  Lodge  of  Moose, 
That  we  hereby  express  our  sorrow  at  the  untimely 
demise  of  brother  Hubbard  and  his  gifted  wife,  Alice 
Hubbard,  and 

That  we  deprecate  the  manner  in  which  his  life  and 
those  of  hundreds  of  other  innocent  non-combatants 
were  sacrificed  to  the  Moloch  of  war.  And  be  it  further 
resolved, 

That  we  at  this  time  express  our  appreciation  of  his 
genius,  his  talent,  his  unfailing  optimism  and  high 
faith  in  the  future  and  purpose  of  the  Loyal  Order  of 
Moose.  And  be  it  further  resolved, 

That  we  commend  to  our  membership  a  study  of  his 
writings  and  philosophy  as  a  basis  of  true  fraternalism. 

G.  A.  Kinder  dine, 

State  Lodge  of  Iowa  A.  G.  Cook, 

Loyal  Order  of  Moose  j     >r    TT/VT.^ 

Muscatine,  Iowa  J'  N-  WllSOn, 

Resolutions  Committee. 

Fra  Elbertus  was  a  famous  world's  figure,  and  the 
entire  world  of  literature  mourns  his  loss. 

Lilly  Varnish  Company  7    j...    ji/r    r  •« 

Indianapolis,  Ind.  John  M.  Lilly. 


266  IN  MEMORIAM 

WAS  not  acquainted  with  Elbert  Hubbard  person- 
ally,  but  our  minds  and  thoughts  on  things  of  life 
were  running  on  the  same  parallel  line — hence  we  were 
natural  brothers.  He  died  at  the  zenith  of  his  activity, 
after  having  done  his  share  toward  the  uplift  of  human 
ity,  and  was  going  on  a  humane  mission  that  he  might 
have  been  able  to  do  more  useful  work  toward  helping 
distracted  humanity  on  the  road  of  peace.  He  did  not 
care  much  for  the  Hall  of  Fame,  I  do  think,  as  he  knew 
that  "  omnia  est  vanitas,"  but  his  name  will  remain 
as  one  of  a  thorough  man,  of  a  progressive  educator. 

New  York  city  Prof.  Alexander  Oldrini. 


[LBERT  HUBBARD  added  dignity  to  work.  He  put 
the  finishing  touches  on  that  old  superstition  that' 
no  gentleman  can  earn  his  own  living.  On  his  pedestal 
stood  the  worker,  either  by  brain  or  brawn.  He  said 
that  any  man  in  love  with  his  job  has  achieved  success. 
He  taught  many  of  us  that  a  man  may  become  an  artist 
as  easily  manufacturing  plows  as  in  painting  on  canvas. 
d.  The  Fra's  romance  was  the  romance  of  work  well 
done — of  satisfactory  service  rendered.  His  hero  was 
the  man  who  through  supreme  skill  and  industry  can 
bring  the  World  to  his  workshop-door. 
st.  Louis,  MO.  Frank  D.  Boyd. 


IN  MEMORIAM  267 

know  Elbert  Hubbard  was  to  be  his 
friend.  He  was  an  inspiration  to  countless 
thousands.  His  good  work  will  never  die  &+• 
It  has  been  only  a  few  short  months  since 
I  bade  Hubbard  good-by.  He  had  just  finished  a  wonder 
ful  message  to  a  large  audience  in  Kansas  City.  I  shall 
always  remember  what  an  inspiration  his  hearty  hand 
shake  gave  me. 

How  we  shall  miss  him  at  our  annual  conventions.  Each 
year  he  gave  a  message  of  helpfulness  and  cheer  to 
hundreds  of  our  people  from  all  over  the  Southwest. 
My  desk  contains  many  letters  from  these  people, 
mourning  Elbert  Hubbard. 

Elbert  Hubbard  knew  man.  His  wonderfully  keen  per 
ception  opened  the  door  wide  to  human  character, 
wherever  he  found  it.  Hubbard  was  a  stranger  to 
jealousy.  His  big  heart  and  soul  were  continually  reach 
ing  out  to  help  others.  He  believed  in  helping  here  and 
now,  and  right  now. 

Yes,  we  miss  Hubbard  as  a  Brother,  but  shall  ever  be 
thankful  that  we  were  permitted  to  know  him  inti 
mately,  even  though  for  a  few  short  years. 

F.  M.  Planck,  M.  D. 


Speak  well  of  every  one  if  you  speak  of  them 
at  all  —  none  of  us  is  so  very  good. 


268  IN  MEMORIAM 

HIFE  has  been  very  good.  The  gods  have  been  most 
kind.  I  have  been  permitted  to  do  some  good 
work — work  which  I  am  quite  sure  I  would  never  have 
done  had  not  Elbert  Hubbard  helped  me  to  become  a 
lover  of  work. 

And  what  a  teacher  he  was.  The  good  teacher,  he  used 
to  say,  teaches  his  pupils  to  get  along  without  him. 
Hubbard  taught  me  to  go  ahead  under  my  own  steam. 
What  he  did  for  me  he  has  done  for  hundreds  of  thou 
sands.  They  may  have  touched  him  but  once  and  may 
have  forgotten  him  immediately.  But  the  strength  they 
received  in  that  instant  of  contact  has  remained  with 
them  all  their  lives,  , 

Moses  touched  the  rock  and  the  stream  burst  forth. 
Hubbard  touched  the  hearts  of  men  and  liberated 
streams  of  creative  energy.  There  is  more  beauty,  more 
love,  more  joy,  more  power  in  the  world  because  his 
influence  lives  in  it. 

University  Press  ™-i  „   T>      •   „ 

Cambridge,  Mass.  ThOTtiaS  DreieY. 

We  can  at  least  find  comfort  in  the  thought  that  Elbert 
Hubbard  died  a  martyr  to  the  principles  for  which  he 
stood  and  fought  for  so  many  years,  that  of  humanity, 
and  the  greatest  tribute  that  can  be  paid  to  his  memory 
is  the  continuance  of  his  work. 

Georges  Mills,  N.  H.  Billy  B.  Van. 


IN  MEMORIAM  269 

%^""W""' ^T  is  with  deepest  gratitude  I  give  my  testi 
mony  to  the  memory  of  Elbert  Hubbard, 
whom  I  met  for  the  first  time  fourteen  years 
x---*-*X  ago  «»  so 

My  own  career  was  just  beginning.  I  had  a  publisher  or 
two,  but  was  not  receiving  very  much  encouragement 
in  the  line  of  royalties;  and  as  my  songs,  in  which  I  had 
faith,  were  my  only  means  of  support,  I  felt  the  neces 
sity  of  doing  something  with  them  that  would  produce 
an  income. 

At  about  the  most  discouraged  time  of  my  career  I 
heard  Mr.  Hubbard  lecture  on  the  Roycroft  Shops.  I 
was  immediately  inspired  to  try  to  do  something  of  the 
kind  myself. 

I  was  introduced  to  Mr.  Hubbard  after  the  lecture,  as 
one  who  had  written,  "I  Love  You  Truly,"  and  "Just 
A- Wearying  for  You."  He  said  he  knew  them.  Some  one 
had  evidently  told  him  there  was  a  struggler  by  the 
name  of  Carrie  Jacobs  Bond  who  was  no  less  afraid 
than  himself.  And  we  became  friends. 
He  asked  about  my  "lectures,"  as  he  called  them;  and 
I  told  him  I  was  giving  little  programs  of  my  own  songs, 
as  a  means  of  advertising  them,  for  the  munificent  sum 
of  ten  dollars  and  expenses  there  and  back.  He  said: 
"  When  can  you  come  to  East  Aurora?  I  will  give  you 
twenty-five  dollars  and  a  re  turn -ticket  to  New  York."  «•» 


270  IN  MEMORIAM 

If  I  remember  right  I  said,  "  I  can  come  tomorrow,"  as 
bookings  were  rather  far  apart,  and  the  prospect  of  a 
recital  at  the  Roycroft  Shops,  with  enough  money  to 
pay  my  board  for  a  few  days  in  New  York  with  a  ticket 
there  and  return,  bewildered  me. 

Needless  to  say  I  went,  and  saw  the  wonderful  little 
Roycroft  Shop.  I  sang  in  a  room  where  everything  was 
made  by  hand.  It  was  the  upper  part  of  the  original 
shop.  The  worktables  were  pushed  aside,  a  platform 
made,  and  there  I  sang  my  first  Roycroft  concert. 
I  said,  the  "  little  "  Roycroft  Shop — indeed  little  then, 
compared  with  what  it  is  now. 

It  was  at  that  time  I  determined  there  should  be  a  Bond 
Shop,  and  I  would  be  brave  enough  to  publish  my  own 
songs.  I  began  the  Shop  in  a  hall-bedroom,  with  a  two- 
by-four  closet  for  a  stock-room. 

Enough  of  my  own  Shop.  This  was  told  so  those  who 
would  care  to  read  would  understand  the  inspiration 
the  Roycroft  Shop  and  its  originator  inspired. 
Last  year  I  went  to  visit — as  I  often  did — the  dear  Roy 
croft  Shops,  and  my  good  friend  said,  "  Will  you  sing 
for  us?  " 

And  I  said,  "  Of  course  I  will,"  and  went  over  to  the 
piano  £•»  £*. 

But  before  I  struck  the  first  chord  he  said:  "  Hold  on  a 
minute!  I  want  to  call  the  boys  and  girls."  It  was  in  the 


IN  MEMORIAM  271 

middle  of  the  afternoon,  but  within  fifteen  minutes  all 
the  workers  in  the  Roycroft  Shops  had  assembled  in 
the  music-room,  where  they^were  allowed  to  listen  for 
three-quarters  of  an  hour  to  the  little  impromptu  pro 
gram  it  was  my  great  pleasure  to  give. 
Does  any  one  wonder  why  the  folks  who  work  at  the 
Roycroft  Shops  look  happy? 

And  my  recital  was  not  the  only  one  that  gave  an  hour's 
vacation  in  the  middle  of  a  busy  day  to  the  Roycroft 
workers.  It  often  happened. 

I  knew  only  one  side  of  Elbert  Hubbard — the  beautiful 
side,  the  side  that  did  the  kind  things  for  every  soul 
who  was  in  trouble :  the  more  difficult  the  trouble,  the 
greater  the  sympathy. 

It  always  makes  me  smile  when  I  hear  flattering  things 
said  of  the  dead — so  many  forget  the  dead  do  not  need 
encouragement.  I  said  all  these  things  of  Elbert  Hubbard 
before  the  passing  of  my  friend.  And  I  sign  myself  as 
one  of  many  who  owe  their  success  and  belief  in  them 
selves  to  Elbert  Hubbard. 
Chicago,  111.  Carrie  Jacobs  Bond. 


EDITOR'S  NOTE.  — Not  many  people  know  about  Mrs.  Bond's  "Bond 
Shop,"  occupying  sixty  feet  on  Michigan  Avenue,  Chicago.  This  business  of 
hers  has  sold  upwards  of  three  million  copies  each  of  three  of  her  songs  —  "  / 
Love  You  Truly,"  "Just  A-Wearying  For  You,"  and  "A  Perfect  Day."  »» 
Mrs.  Bond's  is  a  truly  wonderful  business  with  immense  possibilities. 

Be  gentle  and  keep  your  voice  low. 


272 


IN  MEMORIAM 


X  NEVER  saw  Mrs.  Hubbard  but  once,  and 
that  was  some  years  ago  when  she  called 
the  men  in  the  Shop  together  and  presided 
over  a  little   suffrage   meeting   at  which  I 
spoke.  I  was  wonderfully  impressed  by  her,  and  later 
we  had  some  correspondence,  and  at  her  request  I  sent 
her  an  article  which  she  used  in  "  The  Fra." 
I  have  never  forgotten  her  face  and  how  her  soul  seemed 
to  shine  through  it.  She  made  me  think  of  Poe's  lines  to 
Helen  beginning,   "  Helen,  thy  beauty  is  to  me  like 
some  Nicean  bark  of  old."  Afterwards  when  I  heard  her 
criticized  because  she  had  defied  precedent,  it  seemed 
an  amazing  thing  to  me  that  a  woman  who  radiated  good 
ness  and  purity  as  the  sun  radiates  heat  and  light  could 
be  classed  by  any  one  with  the  sinners  of  the  world  s>+ 
i,  N.  Y.  Anna  Cadogan  Etz. 


To  love  one's  friends,  to  bathe  in  life's 
sunshine,  to  preserve  a  right  mental  atti 
tude — the  perceptive  attitude,  the  expectant 
attitude,  the  attitude  of  gratitude  —  and  to 
do  one's  work — these  make  up  an  ideal  life. 


COLUMBUS 

(A  Favorite  With  Elbert  Hubbard) 

EHIND  him  lay  the  gray  Azores, 
Behind  the  Gates  of  Hercules; 
Before  him  not  the  ghost  of  shores ; 
Before  him  only  shoreless  seas. 
The  good  mate  said:  "  Now  must  we  pray, 
For  lo!  the  very  stars  are  gone. 
Brave  Adm'r'l,  speak;  what  shall  I  say?  " 
11  Why,  say:  '  Sail  on!  and  on!  '  " 

"  My  men  grow  mutinous  day  by  day; 
My  men  grow  ghastly  wan  and  weak." 
The  stout  mate  thought  of  home ;  a  spray 
Of  salt  wave  washed  his  swarthy  cheek. 
"  What  shall  I  say,  brave  Adm'r'l,  say, 
If  we  sight  naught  but  seas  at  dawn?  " 
"  Why,  you  shall  say  at  break  of  day: 
'  Sail  on!  sail  on!  sail  on!  and  on!  '  " 

They  sailed.  They  sailed.  Then  spake  the  mate ; 
"  This  mad  sea  shows  his  teeth  tonight. 
He  curls  his  lip,  he  lies  in  wait, 
With  lifted  teeth,  as  if  to  bite! 
Brave  Adm'r'l,  say  but  one  good  word : 
What  shall  we  do  when  hope  is  gone?  " 
The  words  leapt  like  a  leaping  sword : 
"  Sail  on!  sail  on!  sail  on!  and  on!  " 

Joaquin  Miller. 


[O  one  has  come  back  to  tell  us  what 
were  the  last  words  of  Elbert  Hub- 
bard  $+•  *«• 

One  traveler  who  thinks  he  was  the 
last  person  to  see  him  alive  says  he 
saw  him  standing  in  a  doorway, 
alone,  without  hat  or  coat,  calm  and 
at  ease,  but  apparently  taking  the  liveliest  interest  in 
what  was  going  on  about  him. 

It  sounds  true.  And  if  knowing  what  was  coming  he 
made  any  comments  at  all,  I  am  sure  they  were  neither 
commonplace  nor  heroic.  His  was  such  an  abounding 
personality,  so  full  of  life,  so  intensely  interested  in 
everything  going  on  about  him,  that  it  seems  impossible 
that  the  ocean  could  drown  him.  I  doubt  if  he  credited 
it  himself  £•»  £•» 

The  many-sidedness  of  the  man  was  a  never-ceasing 
source  of  wonder  to  me.  Our  first  talk  was  about  horses. 
One  of  our  last  was  about  cows. 

The  first  time  I  ever  saw  Mr.  Hubbard  was  twenty- 
seven  years  ago,  shortly  after  J.  D.  Larkin  and  Com 
pany  of  Buffalo  discovered  that  the  public  was  fairly 
crying  for  "  Sweet  Home  "  soap  at  six  dollars  a  box, 
with  about  ten  dollars'  worth  of  napkin-rings,  picture- 
books,  coffee  -spoons,  baby-rattles,  wall-pockets,  men's 
neckties,  and  Chautauqua  desks  thrown  in. 
Knowing  that  the  readers  of  the  papers  which  at  that 
time  I  represented,  needed  washing,  I  went  to  the 
office  from  which  came  this  unheard-of  offer  of  soap 


276  IN  MEMORIAM 

and  things.  €[  "Mr.  Larkin  was  not  in,"  but  something 
in  the  manner  of  the  very  bright-looking  man  who  told 
me  this  told  me  also  that  he  was  "  the  man  to  see." 
In  a  very  few  minutes  I  was  advised  that  their  adver 
tising  contracts  for  the  season  were  all  closed. 
In  a  conspicuous  place  in  the  office  on  a  brass  easel  was 
a  fine  lithograph  of  "Maud  S."  handsomely  framed  &+ 
The  interview  over,  as  I  reached  for  my  hat  I  looked  at 
the  picture  and  asked,  "  Is  n't  that  'Maud  S'?  " 
"  What  do  you  know  about  horses?  " 
I  answered  his  question  with  another:  Did  he  "  think 
Belle  Hamlin  and  Justina  would  beat  their  own  pole 
record  that  year?  " 

To  men  who  love  horses  it  is  unnecessary  to  go  further 
into  details,  and  to  men  who  do  not,  further  details 
would  not  be  interesting. 

Hubbard  himself  has  referred  to  this  law — that  we  love 
others  in  proportion  to  the  way  they  reflect  something 
within  ourselves. 

Perhaps  the  quickest  way  of  losing  confidence  in  the 
breadth  of  human  knowledge  is  to  get  a  man  off  of  his 
one  subject.  Hubbard' s  subject  was  all  subjects.  You 
could  no  more  lead  him  to  a  subject  that  he  could  not 
intelligently  discuss  than  you  could  baffle  Edison  in 
electricity.  €L  He  specialized  in  versatility. 
In  nearly  all  his  works  he  was  an  anomaly. 


IN  MEMORIAM  277 

He  was  an  old-fashioned  farmer  who  believed  in  blood 
and  breed.  He  was  an  author  who  could  publish  his  own 
works,  a  poet  who  could  run  a  bank.  Welcome  in  the 
home  of  wealth,  a  lunch-counter  satisfied  his  needs. 
He  was  a  printer  who  could  sell  advertising,  an  econo 
mist  who  could  make  money.  As  great  a  moralist  as  ever 
wrote  in  this  country,  he  was  accused  of  having  no 
morals  whatever  —  yet  I  believe  that  his  ideals  were 
high.  Fortune  was  just,  in  that  the  medical  profession, 
at  which  he  always  laughed,  could  have  done  nothing 
for  him  at  the  end. 
New  York  city  George  Batten. 

ATTRIBUTE  my  success  in  life  to  the  writings 
of  Elbert  Hubbard.  When  the  writer  graduated, 
the  orator  of  the  day  used  for  his  text,  "A  Message  to 
Garcia,"  and  this  has  had  a  wonderful  influence  on  my 
life.  I  have  been  a  constant  reader  of  "  The  Philistine  " 
since  Eighteen  Hundred  Ninety-nine,  and  have  always 
looked  forward  to  it  every  month  as  a  rare  treat  indeed. 

Manager  Kalamazoo  Vegetable  Parchment  Co.  r    v:~.Ji~-u~f 

,  Mich.  J-  Kindleberger. 


Through  Elbert  Hubbard  I  secured  religious  liberty. 
And  what  that  means  to  me  can  not  be  told  on  the  point 
of  a  pen!  s>+  £•» 

,  in.  H.  T.  Morgan. 


IN  MEMORIAM 


-BERT  HUBBARD  was  a  voluminous  adver 
tising  writer,  and  probably  never  wrote  an 
ad  without  a  touch  of  that  humor  which  was 
i  occasionally  over-  exuberant,  but  was  often 
of  the  kind  that  goes  straight  to  the  hearts  of  men. 
When  he  felt  like  it  he  could  put  the  facts  about  any 
thing  in  so  comprehensive  and  forceful  a  manner  as  to 
compel  interest,  attention  and  thought.  He  was  a  far 
sincerer  man  than  he  pretended  to  be  —  ask  those  who 
lived  with  him!  And  many  of  the  advertisements  he 
wrote  rang  as  true  as  any  advertisement  ever  did  ;  and 
an  advertisement  that  rings  true  is  a  good  advertise 
ment.  He  believed  as  few  writers  have  done  in  Work, 
and  Health,  and  Co-operation,  and  Peace,  and  the  Joy 
of  Living  ;  and  he  put  this  belief  into  the  advertisements 
he  wrote  for  his  own  business,  and  for  many  others.  He 
was  a  man  of  so  many  moods  and  times  that  his  adver 
tising  work,  as  well  as  his  other  work,  was  uneven;  but 
this  is  the  case  with  many  of  the  world's  greatest,  in  all 
periods.  He  was  cut  off  in  his  full  vigor;  the  work  that  is 
now  being  published  posthumously  is  the  best  he  ever 
did.  Let  us  have  faith  that  he  is  continuing  his  labors  in 
a  sphere  of  clearer  vision  and  of  peace.  Such  a  man 
would  surely  not  be  content  in  a  Hereafter  where  "  the 
laborer's  task  is  done." 
Boston,  Mats.  Harry  Albro*  Woodworth. 


IN  MEMORIAM 

IN  our  long-haired,  necktied,  Bohemian  days,  we 
artists,  sculptors  and  poets  in  embryo  used  to 
count  all  things  loss  if,  from  our  thin  earnings,  we  could 
not  squeeze  enough  to  buy  the  unctuous  and  bubbling 
"Philistine"  of  those  romantic  days.  There  it  lay  gaily 
decorating  our  studio -table — taking  precedence  of  and 
often  substituting  for  a  larder  by  no  means  full.  Later, 
when  Hubbard  the  mythical  became  Hubbard  the 
actual,  and  his  esoteric  wisdom  was  embodied  and 
became  helpful  companionship,  we  learned  to  love  him 
for  himself  and  to  appreciate  his  unconquerable  nature. 
We  smile,  therefore,  with  him,  at  life  and  at  death- 
knowing  him  now  as  master  of  both. 
New  York  city  Francis  Howard. 

know  Elbert  Hubbard  was  to  love  him — kindly, 
unselfish  and  just,  with  a  cheery  word  for  all. 
Before  me  on  my  desk  is  a  photo — of  the  Fra  and  me— 
taken  at  East  Aurora  (under  the  shade  of  an  old  apple- 
tree),  with  his  sad,  sweet  smile  beckoning.  When  he 
visited  Pittsburgh  he  always  called,  and  my  trips  to 
East  Aurora  were  always  fraught  with  pleasure.  His 
like  we  shall  never  see  again.  I  shall  miss  him — I  shall 
miss  him.  Long  may  his  spirit  hover  over  the  village  of 
his  dreams! 

Pittsburgh  Athletic  Association  T__     T> 

Pittsburgh,  Pa.  JOS.  B* 


280  IN  MEMORIAM 

I  CAN  not  express  my  sincere  sorrow  in  the  un 
timely  end  of  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Hubbard,  nor  can  I 
find  words  to  say  what  a  great  loss  to  the  literary  world 
and  to  their  friends,   the  passing   out  of  life   of  the 
Hubbards  is  and  will  be. 

Mr.  Hubbard'  s  keen  grasp  of  business  perplexities  and 
his  creative  artistic  spirit  transformed  an  every-day 
matter  into  an  object  to  be  admired.  An  otherwise 
plain  advertisement  became  a  gem  of  business  literature 
through  the  pen  of  this  skilful  writer,  who  has  put  the 
stamp  of  his  own  forceful  individuality  in  indelible 
language  in  the  annals  of  Roy  croft  literature  for  all 
time  to  come. 

I  shall  miss  the  cheering  greetings  and  encouraging 
messages  which  came  from  Mr.  and  Mrs.  Hubbard  on 
each  Christmas  Day.  Their  warm,  loyal  friendship  has 
been  very  precious  to  me,  and  has  gained  for  them  a 
lasting  place  in  my  heart  and  memory. 

'  (  Mrs.)  Freda  Ehmann. 


Just  a  word.  He  was  an  old  friend.  I  lift  my  hat  —  A 
MAN  HAS  PASSED  AWAY!  Would  that  he  could 
have  told  his  story  before  going  ! 

In  sorrow,  humiliation  and  shame,  I  am,  an  American 
abroad  $*>  ?••* 

Liverpool,  Eng.  J-  H.  LlVdUdais. 


IN  MEMORIAM  281 

HROM  the  world  of  printing  and  publishing,  a 
unique  figure  has  passed.  Pens  more  able 
than  ours  will  pay  full  tribute  to  the  many 
works  of  this  many-sided  man.  In  thinking 
of  him  who  scorned  conventionality  and  lip  service,  the 
thoughts  come  fast,  but  words  to  express  these  thoughts 
are  hard  to  find.  Simply  and  sincerely  we  say: 
Elbert  Hubbard,  we  thank  you.  You  were  a  good  friend 
of  ours  in  the  days  when  friends  were  few.  One  of  our 
first  customers,  you  helped  us  much. 
We  treasure  the  kindly  words  you  wrote  us  seven  years 
ago:  "  I  thought  that  perfect  typesetting  could  only  be 
done  by  hand,  and  therefore,  I  stuck  to  the  hand 
method  for  a  great  many  years.  I  have  now  come  to  the 
conclusion,  however,  that  when  a  machine  can  do  the 
work  better  than  a  human  hand  can,  in  the  interests  of 
Humanity,  we  should  use  the  machine." 
And  you  were  a  good  friend  to  the  whole  printing  world. 
You  taught  that  only  upon  the  foundation  of  Quality  and 
Integrity  can  an  enduring  business  be  built. 
You  exposed  many  shams  and  overturned  many  old 
theories.  You  demonstrated  that  Printing  is  an  Art  and 
a  Business,  too. 

Lanston  Monotype  Co.  Tf\eo4*h 

Philadelphia.  Pa.  JOSepfl 

Happiness  is  a  habit :  Cultivate  it. 


282  IN  MEMORIAM 

friendship  of  both  "John"  and  Alice  is  a  dear 
memory  to  me.  I  have  tasted  of  their  salt  as  an 
honored  guest.  I  have  ridden  and  tramped  and  played 
with  them  in  the  woods  and  fields  in  moments  of  relaxa 
tion.  It  was  on  such  occasions  when  away  from  the 
sight  and  sound  of  people,  off  in  the  great  open  or  in  the 
leafy  shades  of  the  woods,  that  the  Fra  would  take  off 
his  pose  and  unbosom  himself.  In  these  rare  moments 
I  saw  and  touched  the  real  man.  He  was  no  god.  He 
was  very  human — much  more  so  than  many  thousands 
of  his  blind  worshipers  ever  suspected  or  would 
believe.  And  because  he  was  very  human,  because  he 
was  of  the  earth,  earthy,  like  myself,  he  was  more  than 
ever  endeared  to  me.  The  best  things  he  ever  said  were 
not  on  the  platform  nor  yet  on  the  typewriter,  but  out 
in  this  way  with  friends,  with  all  restraint  removed  s+ 
I  owe  much  to  Elbert  Hubbard.  He  was  one  of  three 
men  who  influenced  my  life  profoundly.  Two  are  dead. 
One  still  lives.  Perhaps  some  day  when  the  grief  of  the 
present  has  passed  I  will  try  to  tell  just  what  in  my 
judgment  was  Hubbard's  greatest  claim  to  greatness, 
for  he  was  a  great  man.  No  one  will  deny  that.  And  if 
in  later  years  I  had  grown  somewhat  out  of  sympathy 
with  him  spiritually,  the  man  himself  was  always  lovable, 
always  the  good  comrade,  and  I  love  his  memory. 

Pigeon-Roost-in-the- Woods 
Long  Eddy,  N.  Y. 


IN  MEMORIAM  283 

HPOSTLES  of  love  and  life  and  joy,  Elbert 
and  Alice  Hubbard  gave  to  the  world  much 
that  was  of  help  and  uplift;  she,  the  full 
measure  of  a  mind  rich  in  those  thoughts 
which  strengthen  and  cheer;  he,  the  full  measure  of  a 
unique    intellectuality    which    made    for   independent 
thought  £•»  £•» 

From  out  the  twenty- six  letters  of  the  alphabet  Fra 
Elbertus  fashioned  keen-edged  darts,  which  he  hurled 
at  cant  and  hypocrisy  with  unfailing  aim ;  in  every  sham 
and  false  convention  the  barbed  shaft  of  his  ridicule 
found  a  mark;  yet,  everywhere  he  went,  he  found 
much  that  was  of  good,  and  from  that  same  alphabet, 
and  "  with  one  hand  "  as  he  was  wont  to  say  it,  he 
fashioned  many  a  splendid  tribute  to  that  which  he  saw 
His  journeys  took  him  far  and  wide — through  many 
lands;  he  oft  touched  shoulders  with  the  great,  yet  in 
that  organization  to  which  he  had  devoted  his  *  life- 
work,  he  was  just  an  Elder  Brother,  to  whom  they  went 
for  counselings  and  advice.  His  was  a  "pioneer  soul  that 
blazed  its  paths  where  highways  never  ran,"  but  he 
also  lived  by  the  side  of  the  road,  and  was  a  friend  to 
man  «•»  *•» 

Elbert  and  Alice  Hubbard  have  passed  on.  Long  will 
they  be  remembered,  in  thankfulness,  for  the  fragrant 
flowers  of  thought  they  planted  in  life's  garden.  Were 


284  IN  MEMORIAM 

but  our  pen  as  facile  as  their  own,  we  then  might  write 
some  tender,  touching  tribute,  that  in  a  way  might 
speak  the  loss  we  feel.  They  were  our  friends.  In 
friendship  lies  life's  greatest  gift.  It  knows  you  well, 
and  even  with  this  knowledge,  finds  your  better 
qualities.  And  these  they  found  in  frequent  journeys 
on  our  Line,  nor  failed  to  give  a  generous  expression 
of  appreciation  of  all  the  good  they  saw. 

As  so.  Ed.  B.  R.  &  P.  Magazine  .  A      n/r 

Rochester,  N.  Y.  A.  M. 


bow  our  heads  in  silent  grief  for  him  we  loved 
so  well.  Our  loss  is  profound.  The  peerless  advo 
cate  of  Truth,  the  mighty  exponent  of  business  righteous 
ness,  the  exemplification  of  sane  living,  the  great 
American  philosopher,  is  dead.  He  was  the  potent 
enemy  of  Ignorance  and  Superstition,  the  formidable 
adversary  of  Cant,  Creed  and  Dogma. 
We  have  lost  a  great  leader  and  a  great  man.  His  name 
will  go  down  through  future  generations  with  those  of 
Franklin,  Lincoln,  Ingersoll,  Voltaire,  Jefferson,  Carlyle, 
Paine  and  Edison.  Posterity  will  know  him  as  the 
champion  of  Intellectual  Freedom. 

He  was  the  Martin  Luther  of  the  New  Thought,  the 
John  Wesley  of  the  New  Religion.  He  was  the  herald 
of  a  new  and  better  era. 

Savannah,  Tenn.  Hemy  G.  Sanders. 


IN  MEMORIAM  285 

XBERT  HUBBARD  at  his  best— the  real  Elbert 
Hubbard — was  a  seer,  a  prophet  of  a  greater  God, 
a  greater  Man,  a  greater  Earth,  and  a  greater  Universe. 
He  was  also  a  warrior  and  worker  for  Truth — Truth 
always  in  the  making,  for  man.  His  natural  place  in  the 
long  evolution  of  human  souls  from  barbarism  upward, 
was  the  mountain  height  of  a  highly  evolved  conscious 
ness — a  place  of  vision  from  which  he  beheld  men 
struggling  upward  under  heavy,  hampering  burdens  of 
the  past.  He  waged  a  noble  warfare,  always  in  the  open. 
His  bullets  were  made  of  love  and  wit  and  laughter. 
He  sent  out  diamond  arrows  of  the  mind  to  waken  men 
into  thought — to  loosen  from  their  backs  the  outworn 
packs  of  inherited,  traditional  attitudes  toward  life  and 
"  beliefs  "  that  had  held  them,  their  world,  and  their 
God  to  less  than  they  ought  to  be. 
ironton,  Ohio  Mary  White  Slater. 

AM  happy  to  say,  "  Elbert  Hubbard  was  my 
friend."  He  at  least  made  me  think  so.  Often  he 
made  me  mad,  but  he  made  me  think  every  time  he  did 
so.  He  was  perhaps  the  most  prolific  writer  in  the 
United  States,  surely  the  most  brilliant  and  always 
inspiring  to  a  worker.  He  knew  things:  he  was  posted 
on  anything. 

Dayton,', Ohio  Dr.  E.  H. 


286  IN  MEMORIAM 

"THE  GOOD  OLD  NURSE" 

(Dedicated  to  Elbert  and  Alice  Hubbard) 


are  the  dead?  In  your  memory  and  mine. 
"  The  Good  Old  Nurse  "  who  fastens  strong 

arms  about  us — 
The  arms  which  lift  one  above  all  hurt 

More  keen — than  bodily  separation. 
How  kind  and  sweet  the  voice  which  knew — 

And  rocked  to  sleep — while  eyes  alert 
Are  seeing  far  above  the  strife  which  beats 

And  bears  the  cross — which  wounds — 
And  yet,  the  Love  that  cradles  the  youthful  one 

Has  sped  the  days  for  the  victory  won. 
Well  said:  "  Good  Old  Nurse." 

Vain  are  the  words  which  scoff  and  laugh, 
And  say,  "  Tomorrow  I  '11  do  my  task." 

Not  one  with  one  whose  gift  was  rare — 
Who  gave  to  the  world  the  wholesome  flask 

Of  iron  will  and  honest  heart.  Few  there  are 
Who  dare  to  brave  the  cowardly  speech 

Of  men  and  knaves;  and  teach — in  place  of  preach. 
To  live  with  the  dead  oft  means  this — said: 

That  it  profits  us  where  we  are — alive 
To  the  "  Spring  "  whose  "  waters  "  are  there 

And  the  dead  have  hope  and  the  living — a  care. 


IN  MEMORIAM  287 

War  is  the  battle  for  power — forsooth! 

The  law  the  vindictive  meed,  to  this,  to  that. 
But  life  goes  on — each  part — its  way, 

While  Infinite  things  have,  also,  their  stay. 
There — beginneth  the  reign  of  Day. 

11  Thou  go  not  like  the  quarry  slave  " — Scourged. 
But  by  the  unfaltering,  steadfast  step 

Of  onward  march — approach  thy  grave. 
"  Some  one  must  sacrifice."  All  needs  sacrifice. 

Oh — the  things  we  say  and  the  things  we  do — 
When  the  dead  are  gone.  "  There  are  no  dead  " 

With  Eternal  Things.  Greatness  is  what  Goodness 
Does — and  then — we  rest.  Think  not  so  ill 

Of  work  well  done  or  what  was  said ; 
'T  was  the  hope  they  gave,  the  trust  they  spoke, 

The  deeds  they  wrought — the  flowers  they  grew — 
And  made  of  stone  the  structures  true, 

As  true  as  the  workmen  who  gave — anew. 
Are  you — my  Reader — who  work  at  play, 

Able  to  know  the  courage  it  takes  to  live 
A  life — of  living  life?  In  place  of  whirlwind  fray? 

And — the  strength  there  is,  the  courage  and  love 
With  one  who  is  willing  to  face  the  All — 

And  then — with  a  farewell  kiss  to  Earth 
Bid  "  The  Old  Nurse  "  welcome  at  the  hark  of  the  Call. 
Chicago,  in.  Maud  L.  Burton. 


288 


IN  MEMORIAM 


^^-  — '  LOOK  upon  the  tragic  fate  of  Elbert  Hub- 
bard  as  a  loss  to  the  world  which  will  be 
more  accentuated  as  the  years  go  by.  In 
^JL^^  my  case  his  unique  personality  was  exem 
plified  by  the  fact  that  I  never  even  saw  him  or  heard 
him  speak,  and  yet  when  I  finally  realized  that  he  had 
started  on  his  last,  long  "little  journey,"  and  that  my 
final  opportunity  was  forever  gone  for  meeting  him 
personally,  as  I  had  planned  to  do,  a  mist  gathered  in 
my  eyes  and  a  lump  in  my  throat  the  like  of  which  I 
had  never  before  experienced,  and  in  that  moment  I 
knew  what  a  wonderful  personality  his  must  have  been 
to  have  affected  me  solely  through  his  writings  in  this 
way  £»  £•• 

Port  Hope,  Ont.,  Canada  Walter  J.  Helm. 


All  men  recognize  in  their  hearts  that  they 
must  have  the  good- will  of  some  other  men. 
To  be  separated  from  your  kind  means 
death,  and  to  have  their  good-will  is  life  - 
and  this  desire  for  sympathy  and  this  alone 
shapes  conduct.  We  are  governed  by  public 
opinion,  and  until  we  regard  all  mankind 
as  our  friends,  and  all  men  as  brothers, 
so  long  will  men  combine  in  sects  and 
cliques,  and  keep  the  millennium  of  Peace 
and  Good -Will  a  dim  and  distant  thing. 


A  TRIBUTE 

Ever  ready,  with  a  smile  for  all. 
Like  Emerson,  his  clarion  call 
Brought  vivid  signs  upon  the  wall ; 
Enough  to  show  a  better  day 
Rising  before  us,  on  the  way 
To  keep  men  true,  nor  lead  astray. 

He  came,  he  saw,  he  conquered — then, 
Unlike  a  Caesar,  gave  to  men 
Brilliant  thoughts  with  trenchant  pen. 
Beauty  knew  his  touch ;  he  wrought  for  good 
And  won  the  Marathon,  fair  and  free, 
Racing  swiftly  through  the  fragrant  wood, 
Down  hills,  o'er  plains,  to  yonder  sea. 
Rochester,  N.  Y.  C.  G.  Harger,  Jr 


[HAT  should  be  the  real  memorial  to 
Elbert  Hubbard,  the  dreamer  of 
dreams,  who  found  the  realization 
of  his  dreams  in  East  Aurora?  What 
memorial  would  Elbert  Hubbard 
have  wanted?  Not  one  in  everlast 
ing  bronze,  nor  in  chaste  marble, 
nor  in  a  granite  mausoleum.  I  know  that  he  wanted  the 
thing  he  planted  here  should  live  and  grow,  and  it 
should  be  like  the  seed  mentioned  in  the  Bible,  planted 
in  good  ground  and  multiply  a  hundredfold.  Pilgrimages 
to  this  place  will  be  made  by  those  whose  hearts  and 
souls  have  been  filled  by  the  fire  and  genius  of  Elbert 
Hubbard,  and  by  those  who  in  the  future  may  be 
touched  by  the  eloquence  of  the  lips  that  are  now  silent 
and  a  heart  that  is  turned  to  dust.  As  long  as  the  human 
heart  makes  pilgrims  visit  the  homes  of  the  men  who 
have  made  an  impress  upon  the  world,  and  sent  it  for 
ward,  so  long  will  pilgrims  come  to  East  Aurora. 
Here  lived  Elbert  Hubbard,  one  of  the  greatest 
thinkers  that  ever  flashed  on  the  tide  of  time.  This 
place  is  sanctified  by  the  lives  of  Elbert  and  Alice  Hub 
bard,  and  glorified  by  their  death.  Here  in  East  Aurora 
lives  the  concrete  expression  of  Elbert  Hubbard,  busi 
nessman,  artist,  orator,  writer  and  philosopher.  Here  he 
dreamed  his  dreams,  and  as  Oscar  Wilde  said,  "  A 
dreamer  is  one  who  can  only  find  his  way  by  moonlight, 
and  his  punishment  is  that  he  sees  the  dawn  before  the 
rest  of  the  world— yes,  his  punishment  and  his  reward." 


292  IN  MEMORIAM 

He  was  a  sage,  and  in  the  words  of  the  Chinese  phi 
losopher  Mencius,  "  A  sage  is  the  instructor  of  one 
hundred  ages."  His  thoughts  have  tinged  the  thoughts 
of  his  times.  His  words  will  live  immortal  with  Homer's 
and  Plutarch's  and  Shakespeare's. 
New  York  city.  Harry  Weinberger. 

the  passing  of  Elbert  and  Alice  Hubbard,  East 
Aurora  has  lost  its  best  friends.  That  splendid 
courage  and  optimism  with  which  they  met  life,  their 
devotion  to  things  that  were  real  and  of  survival  value, 
their  sympathy  and  understanding,  their  appreciation 
and  responsiveness  have  taught  us  much.  We  will  not 
soon  forget!  Personally  they  have  meant  much  to  me. 
I  loved  them.  I  shall  miss  them  greatly. 

East  Aurora,  N.  Y.  M"™  P°WeTS' 


away  beyond  the  great  Elbert  Hubbard 
and  his  helpmeet  and  their  wonderful  work,  to 
the  far-reaching  effects  of  the  frightful  crime  of  the 
sinking  of  the  "Lusitania,"  we  should  all  renew  again 
our  vows  of  devotion  to  the  cause  of  liberty  and  the 
extending  of  Christian  civilization. 

Wampum,  Pa.  ^^  ^^  M'  *"*' 

Things  done  in  hate  have  to  be  done  over  again. 


IN  MEMORIAM  293 

I  KNEW  nothing  about  the  death  of  Elbert 
and  Alice  Hubbard,  till — some  days  ago, 
returning  from  a  short  voyage — I  found  the 
sad  news  in  "  The  Open  Road,"  where 
Bruce  Calvert  gave  them  such  beautiful  homage. 
How  terrible  that  they,  also,  are  among  the  victims  of 
this  wild  war,  which  today  has  lasted  a  year! 
How  much  poorer  is  the  world  today  than  a  year  ago! 
Not  only  through  millions  of  lost  men  and  lost  milliards, 
but  through  thousands  of  noble  lives,  closed  before 
their  natural  time,  like  those  of  Elbert  and  Alice  Hub- 
bard — closed  before  their  efforts  had  borne  all  the 
fruits  they  hoped  for  humanity.  Of  their  persons  I  never 
had  a  direct  impression.  I  only  admired  their  faces  in 
pictures  and  their  souls  in  their  writings. 
I  am  glad  to  hear  that  their  work  will  be  continued  in 
their  spirit. 

Everywhere,  in  homes  far  away,  the  Roycroft  books 
bear  witness  of  their  work,   and  the  thoughts  have 
reached  farther  than  the  books.  So  they  two  will  still: 
"  Enkindle  generous  ardor,  feed  pure  love, 
Beget  the  smiles  that  have  no  cruelty, 
Be  the  sweet  presence  of  a  good  diffused." 
Among    the    many    thousands    of    men    and   women, 
feeling  with  you  the  cruel  loss  of  your  Master,  is  also, 

Strand,  Alvastra,  Norway  Ellen  Key. 


294  IN  MEMORIAM 

'LBERT  HUBBARD  had  that  unusual  faculty  of 
making  me  mad  in  five  spots  and  increasing  my 
regard  for  him  in  ten  ways,  all  at  the  same  time.  His 
death  was  a  distinct  shock  to  me  and  I  felt  a  deep  sense 
of  personal  loss.  My  last  recollection  of  him  is  most 
pleasant.  We  were  congenial  companions  on  a  toast-list 
in  congenial  company,  and  he  seemed  to  be  in  the  very 
height  of  his  mental  power.  It  is  a  perfectly  splendid 
picture  that  I  shall  treasure  always. 
Buffalo,  N.  Y.  John  D.  Wells. 

Elbert  Hubbard  was  a  man  of  power,  and  his  life  and 
writings  will  have  a  great  and  increasing  influence  not 
only  in  his  own  America  but  in  the  whole  world  besides. 
Stockholm,  Sweden  "  Nordisk  Boktryckarekonst." 

niS  oft-repeated  themes  were  love,  and  kindliness, 
and  joy, 

To  better  life  and  broaden  it;  to  build,  and  not  destroy; 
And  by  his  death,  as  in  the  dark  a  lightning -flash  illumes, 
The  wrong  of  war  was  shown  the  world!  His  great  loss 

so  englooms, 

It  stings  and  stirs  us  to  rebel  against  the  Cult  of  War, 
That  turns  our  happiness  to  hell  and  gloats  o'er  human 

gore. 
Washington,  D.  c.  Stella  V.  Kellerman. 


IN  MEMORIAM  295 


a  Voice  is  stilled,  the  world  suffers  a  heavy 
loss.  There  are  so  many  Echoes,  and  so  few 
Voices  among  the  children  of  men.  It  always  has  been 
so;  it  always  will  be  so.  The  old  Hebrew  prophets  were 
the  Voices  of  their  day  —  sometimes  crying  in  the  wilder 
ness.  There  were  not  many  of  them.  The  gift  of  prophecy 
is  Heaven's  choicest  blessing  to  man.  The  exercise  of 
it  demands  insight,  originality,  and  above  all,  that 
sublime  courage  that  faces  criticism,  misunderstand 
ing,  misrepresentation,  and  even  obloquy,  in  steadily 
and  unflinchingly  following  the  gleam  that  leads  to  the 
light  .<>•»  &•» 

So,  I  think  of  our  departed  friend,  the  Fra,  as  a  Prophet. 
No  man  spoke  for  him.  He  was  a  Voice,  not  an  Echo. 
That  is  the  explanation  of  his  dominating  and  inspiring 
personality.  All  who  came  in  contact  with  him  had  to 
admit  the  charm  of  a  man  who  was  always  Himself,  and 
never  another's. 

During  several  delightful  visits  to  East  Aurora,  I  caught 
an  understanding  glimpse  of  the  soul  of  Elbert  Hub- 
bard,  and  realized  his  prophetic  character.  This, 
perhaps,  was  more  clearly  visioned  by  Mrs.  Hocken, 
as  it  was  by  all  of  the  female  sex  who  had  the  good 
fortune  to  meet  this  unusual  man. 
A  great  Voice  is  hushed.  The  world  is  poorer. 

Toronto,  Canada  H- 


296  IN  MEMORIAM 

eLBERT  HUBBARD  has  done  more  to  revolution 
ize  the  thoughts  of  men  than  any  one  else  since 
the  time  of  Christ.  Thousands,  yea,  millions,  of  young 
men  today  have  been  shown  the  way  to  success  and 
happiness  through  his  eternal  love. 
He  was  truthful;  he  was  fearless;  he  had  energy;  he 
had  ability,  and  he  lifted  up  and  led  his  age. 
Elbert  Hubbard  was  a  personal  friend  of  mine,  and  I 
feel  his  loss  deeply.  He  has  told  me  several  times  that 
he  had  a  mission  to  perform,  and  that  was  to  make  men 
think.  This  mission  has  been  nobly  performed. 

citv>  Ore.  Frank  N.  O'Connor. 


eLBERT  HUBBARD'S  gift  of  expression  was  rare, 
but  no  other  writer  in  America  had  his  courage. 
He  is  well  within  the  charmed  circle  which  includes 
Franklin,  Paine,  Lincoln  and  Henry  George.  If  we  cross 
the  Atlantic  we  must  lay  hands  on  Bunyan  and  Burns, 
Dickens  and  Faraday. 

Montreal,  Canada  George  lies. 

The  words  of  Elbert  Hubbard  have  fanned  the  feeble 
flame  of  hope  to  realism  in  tens  of  thousands  of 
human  souls;  therefore,  he  did  not  live  in  vain. 

Adv.  Mgr.  R.  Wallace  &  Sons  Mfg.  Co.  r      r    TI/X,J«». 

Wallingford,  Conn.  L.  J.    WalS/l. 


IN  MEMORIAM  297 


I  never  saw  Elbert  Hubbard,  I  came 
to  know  him  well  since  his  first  splendid 
Message  poured  itself  into  my  young  ears. 
My  Father  read  those  inimitable  thoughts 
to  me.  I  did  not  dream  that  they  would  color  my  life, 
and  define  my  path,  as  they  have  done.  Flower  after 
flower  has  bloomed  in  my  inner  self  —  because  of  that 
first  prayer.  And  now,  looking  back,  I  have  seen  the 
passing  of  your  Father,  and  of  mine.  Both  sleep  in  un 
marked  graves.  Yours  was  a  famous  Sire,  and  mine  not 
less  so  —  unto  me.  C.  Thank  God  your  head  is  up,  and 
your  face  towards  the  East! 

The  Fra  has  followed  me  to  the  steel-head  in  this  new 
land.  Surely  a  humble  appreciation  of  a  unique  being 
may  not  be  displeasing  to  some  one  who  held  him  dear. 
And  it  is  in  this  spirit  that  I,  a  cast-iron  Homesteader  in 
Northwest  Canada,  dare  to  revere  so  fine  a  memory, 
as  a  photographic  smile  on  Elbert  Hubbard's  face;  or 
the  tints  and  shading  s  of  his  brain,  which  he  has  traced 
for  us,  in  such  exclusive  beauty. 

I  can  see  that  great  company,  as  they  hurried  towards 
the  Dawning,  through  the  gateway  of  the  ocean.  I  look 
once  mote.  Alice  and  Elbert  Hubbard  are  hand  in 
han<L  Thus,  in  the  garden  of  my  brain,  a  favorite 
blossom  has  dropped  an  incomparable  petal. 

Winnipeg,  Canada  Walter  P.  DaVlSSOTl. 


298  IN  MEMORIAM 


GHE  loss  of  Elbert  Hubbard  is  a  great  one,  irrep 
arable  to  those  who  read  and  were  most  bene 
fited  by  his  philosophy.  How  widely  his  works  were 
read  may  be  in  a  measure  gauged  by  the  fact  that  I  have 
found  the  greatest  interest  manifested  in  Elbert  Hub- 
bard  everywhere.  It  occurs  to  me  as  I  write  that  among 
his  warmest  admirers  were  a  Cabinet  Minister  in 
England  and,  in  Japan,  one  of  the  most  celebrated 
Japanese  writers. 

Curiously  enough,  I  have  located  my  place  of  residence, 
more  than  once,  as  a  City  between  Niagara  Falls  and 
East  Aurora. 
Buffalo,  N.  Y.  Walter  H.  Schoellkopf. 

I  HAVE  been  rich  above  most  men  in  my  friends, 
and  I  thank  God  that  Fra  Elbertus  was  one  of 
them  £•»  .n,» 

My  faith  in  the  great  Creative  Power  is  such  that  I 
can  not  think  of  the  Fra  as  drowned  in  any  ocean  of 
non-existence. 

Somewhere,  sometime,  I  shall  hope  again  to  meet  him 
and  find  him  an  inspiration  as  of  yore. 
But  it  is  a  world  of  love,  and  while  we  smile,  for  he 
would  not  have  us  sad,  words  can  not  contain  our  loss  — 
there  is  a  loneliness  everywhere. 

East  Bridgewater,  Mass.  Emest  LinWOOd  Staples. 


IN  MEMORIAM  299 

BOVE  the  din  and  lamentation  of  this  latest 
and  greatest  catastrophe  —  the  sinking  of 
the  ' '  Lusitania  ' '  —  the  intellectual  world 
feel  that,  in  the  death  of  Elbert  Hubbard, 
they  have  lost  the  guiding  spirit  of  the  age. 
Hubbard' s  philosophy  was  the  essence  of  all  that  is 
genial  and  tolerant.  He  granted  every  soul  the  divine 
right  of  expansion;  his  love  and  pity,  and  the  proceeds 
of  his  labor  were  not  reserved  for  his  own,  nor  for  the 
dispensation  of  the  elect,  but  went  out  in  freshets  of 
hope  and  joy  to  the  poorest  and  lowest  who  ever  suf 
fered  a  heartache. 

As  for  his  wife  what  could  we  say  more  than  that  Alice 
Hubbard  made  Elbert  Hubbard  possible  ! 
But,  as  life  is  for  the  living,  and  music  and  flowers  and 
cheerfulness  and  sunshine  should  crowd  out  every 
vestige  of  crape  and  crypt,  we  are  content  with  but  the 
memory  of  these  monumental  friends  to  good  work  and 
loyal  service. 

The  Bronx,  New  York  MrS.  A.  F.  Stark. 

In  the  death  of  Elbert  Hubbard  the  world  has  lost  one 
of  its  foremost  philosophers  and  business-builders,  and 
literature   its   most   unique    figure.    We    are    all    the 
better  for  his  having  lived. 
SgffifSSST  Beulah  Long. 


300  IN  MEMORIAM 

IT  seems  impossible  for  me  to  translate  into  words 
the  sadness  I  felt  upon  hearing  of  the  untimely 
death  of  Elbert  and  Alice  Hubbard. 
It  was  my  pleasure  to  know  Elbert  and  Alice  Hubbard 
not  only  through  the  medium  of  their  literary  produc 
tions,  but  with  the  deeper  knowledge  of  personal 
acquaintanceship. 

Volumes  will  be  written  about  what  the  passing  of 
Elbert  and  Alice  Hubbard  means  to  literature  and  lore, 
but  to  those  whose  privilege  it  was  to  know  them 
personally,  their  loss  can  not  be  expressed  in  mere  words. 

International  Textbook  Company  /p     y    r       . 

Scranton,  Pa.  T.  J.  Foster. 

IT  is  not  possible  for  me  to  express  the  deep  pain 
I  still  feel  at  the  loss  of  the  late  Elbert  Hubbard. 
Like  most  people  I  regret  his  loss  because  a  brilliant 
writer  and  thinker  has  gone.  Most  of  all,  however,  I 
mourn  him  because  a  great,  big,  kind  heart  has  forever 
ceased  to  beat.  His  and  Mrs.  Hubbard'  s  were  among 
the  few  lives  which  we  could  the  least  spare.  Yet  it  is 
a  beautiful  thought  that  as  the  two  faced  their  Maker 
they  could  justly  say  that  the  world  is  brighter  and 
better  because  of  their  sojourn  in  it. 

Booker  T.  Washington. 


The  universe  is  planned  for  good. 


IN  MEMORIAM  301 

'LBERT  HUBBARD  was  one  of  the  few  men 
who  was  what  he  was  in  a  sense  distinct 
from  any  other  human  being. 

He  said,  "Most  writers  do  not  write  what 

they  think:  they  only  write  what  they  think  other  people 
think  they  ought  to  think." 

He,  himself,  wrote  what  he  thought,  and  while  probably 
no  one  in  the  world  agreed  with  every  line  that  he  wrote, 
not  even  himself  at  some  times,  his  words  had  that 
rare  quality  of  having  come  from  beyond  the  veil  s+ 
The  last  time  that  I  saw  him  was  last  September  in  San 
Diego.  I  had  fallen  in  a  slight  street-car  accident  and 
somewhat  injured  myself,  and  was  in  his  room  at  the 
hotel  disposing  of  the  blood  and  gore.  He  was  just  as 
friendly  and  attentive  as  a  brother  could  be,  and  when  I 
was  rehabilitated  there  came  to  the  door  a  man  with  a 
diagrammatic  solution  of  all  the  problems  of  the 
universe.  Elbert  sat  down  with  him  as  though  he  thought 
at  last  the  great  interpreter  had  arrived,  treating  him 
with  great  courtesy  and  apparent  interest  while  he 
unfolded  his  marvelous  plans,  at  the  same  time  en 
deavoring  to  suggest  to  him  that  it  might  be  wise  to  go 
back  to  the  work  in  which  he  had  been  engaged.  After 
the  man  had  used  a  half -hour  of  Elbert' s  time,  he  went 
away  and  I  said,  "  Elbert,  do  you  do  that  with  all  the 
cranks  who  try  to  see  you?  "  He  replied:  "  All  that  I 


302  IN  MEMORIAM 

can.  It  may  be  that  it  is  all  the  consolation  that  poor 
fellow  will  get." 

Another  occasion  that  I  especially  recall  was  several 
years  ago  when  Elbert  and  I  were  climbing  the  wonder 
ful  hills  back  of  Oakland  in  order  to  see  Joaquin  Miller. 
On  the  way  we  were  talking  concerning  the  teaching  of 
Jesus,  and  I  was  expounding  what  seemed  to  me  then 
like  a  new  discovery,  that  the  practise  of  absolute  trust 
as  the  fixed  attitude  of  the  mind  and  perfect  love  as  the 
unvarying  practise  of  life  would  solve  every  human 
problem,  individual  and  collective. 

Elbert  turned  his  back  on  me  for  a  period  of  some 
minutes  without  saying  a  word.  Then,  as  he  turned  he 
said,  "I  believe  you  are  right,  but  I  am  not  quite  ready 
for  that— yet." 

I  think  every  clear  thinker  sooner  or  later  must  per 
ceive  the  truth  of  the  power  of  this  principle,  and  yet 
our  friend  was  the  typical  man,  on  that  day  when  he 
said,  with  an  earnestness  and  tone  in  his  voice  that  can 
not  be  described,  "I  am  not  quite  ready  for  that — yet." 
C  In  my  judgment  no  one  will  understand  Elbert  Hub- 
bard  who  regards  him  as  an  ordinary  composite  man 
like  the  rest  of  us.  He  seemed  to  be  built  in  layers,  and 
the  different  parts  of  his  nature  appeared  to  be  distinct 
rather  than  interpenetrating,  and  in  the  experiences  of 
his  whole  life  he  ran  through  all  the  scale  from  the 


IN  MEMORIAM  303 

lowest  to  the  highest  note.  Some  of  his  utterances  were 

of  the  quality  that  will  last  when  even  his  name  has 

been  forgotten.  As  for  example,  the  words  that  he  wrote 

about   the    Great    Nazarene  in   "  The   Philistine  "    of 

October,  Nineteen  Hundred  Nine: 

"  Power  gravitates  to  the  man  who  can  use  it;  and  love 

is  the  highest  form  of  power  that  exists.  If  ever  a  man 

shall  live  who  has  infinite  power,  he  will  be  found  to  be 

one  who  has  infinite  love." 

If  I  knew  his  faults,  which  his  critics  magnify,  I  certainly 

should  not  emphasize  them,  but  would  rather  endeavor 

to  do  as  the  artist  with  the  painting  of  King  Philip  of 

Macedon,  when  he  caused  the  outstretched  finger  of 

the  monarch  to  cover  the  scar  upon  his  cheek. 

Elbert  and  Alice  Hubbard  rest  in  the  beautiful  grave  of 

the  shining  and  friendly  sea,  and  our  kindest  thoughts 

will  follow  them  wherever  the  great  Providence  may 

have  led  them. 

New  York  city  Benjamin  Fay  Mills. 

11  While  three  men  hold  together 

The  kingdoms  are  less  by  three  " 
says  Swinburne. 

Elbert  Hubbard  could  always  be  counted  in.  He  was  a 
man,  and  has  left  a  man's  mark  on  his  time. 

Ruskin  School  Home  Tfn-rrn 

Heacham-on-Sea,  England  Many 


304  IN  MEMORIAM 


HUBBARD  was  the  poet  laureate  of  labor 
—  ke  deified  and  dignified  it  —  he  loved  the  worker 
and,  as  love  begets  love,  the  worker  loved  him.  The 
man  who  gave  an  honest  day's  work  for  an  honest 
day's  pay  was  always  sure  of  encouragement  and 
applause  from  him,  but  he  tore,  with  merciless  fingers, 
the  cloak  from  hypocrisy  and  threw  the  fierce  white 
light  of  publicity  upon  the  whited  sepulcher.  We  believe 
that  his  work  was  good  and  that  we  are,  all  of  us,  the 
better  for  his  having  lived  and  worked  among  us. 

Vice-Pres.  Stearns  Salt  and  Lumber  Co,  Trr    ™    /^    , 

Ludington,  Mich.  W.  T.  Culver. 


death  of  Elbert  Hubbard  is  a  great  loss  to  the 
community.  I  miss  him  much.  I  have  enjoyed  his 
friendship  for  twenty-three  years.  I  have  always  found 
him  true  to  the  temperance  cause.  Though  severe  on 
all  kinds  of  current  shams,  he  was  full  of  kindness  and 
sympathy  for  the  unfortunate. 

(Rev.)  George  Zurcher. 


Elbert  Hubbard  was  one  of  our  remarkable  men  —  he 
was  doing  a  service  of  great  value.  He  will  be  sadly 
missed  and  not  altogether  replaced. 

Chairman  Agric 
Champaign,  III. 


Chairman  Agricultural  Commission  A.B.A.  z>    p 

B.  f  . 


IN  MEMORIAM  305 

HAT  Burbank  is  to  plant  life,  Edison  to 
machinery  and  electricity,  Hubbard  was  to 
humanity  —  a  peace  advocate  with  a  com- 
pelling  conviction,  a  promoter  of  the  spirit 
of  temperance,  the  founder  of  a  system  of  education 
for  the  highest  development  of  mankind. 
Possibly  few  have  been  more  fortunate  than  myself  in 
meeting  men  of  all  stations  in  life,  casually  and  inti 
mately — some  of  the  greatest  and  some  of  the  least — 
some  of  the  best  in  educational  circles,  specialists, 
scientists,  giants  of  intelligence,  physique  and  morality. 
And  I  can  truthfully  say  that  from  none  have  I  received 
a  greater  inspiration  than  from  the  great  master  spirit 
of  the  Roycroft. 

As  I  look  in  retrospect  I  can  now  visualize  Elbert  Hub- 
bard,  big-hearted,  jovial,  brotherly.  To  the  unsophisti 
cated  he  was  protector  and  friend,  surrounding  one 
always  with  an  atmosphere  of  good-cheer.  In  this  atmos 
phere  I  enjoyed  the  environments  of  loyalty  and  love 
compelled  always  by  his  great  spirit  of  humility. 
Elbert  Hubbard  was  never  penurious  of  type,  paper  or 
space,  and  in  this,  as  in  all  else,  he  gave  lavishly  to  the 
world  of  his  highest  ideals  and  his  great  kindliness.  He 
was  one  of  God's  noblemen,  and  in  the  great  beyond,  I 
believe  he  will  be  a  leader  of  the  delegation  whose 
business  it  is  to  spread  sunshine. 

Eugene  H.  Grubb. 


306 


IN  MEMORIAM 


Elbert  Hubbard  touched  was  made 
beautiful  by  the  magic  of  his  mind.  He  was  the 
greatest  advertisement-writer  of  his  age,  andhismethods 
turned  the  crying  of  wares  into  literary  adventures.  Each 
was  a  faceted  gem  not  to  be  passed  by.  He  played  with 
words.  They  were  his  pawns,  and  most  of  them  reached 
the  king -row.  The  more  I  study  his  simple,  forceful 
system  of  writing,  the  more  attractive  it  seems  to  me. 
So  full  of  infinite  variety  that  he  never  appeared  to  pro 
duce  the  same  effect  twice,  so  wonderfully  tender  when 
he  chose,  so  delicate,  so  true,  so  full  of  pathos,  fire, 
feeling,  art,  laughter,  tears  ;  so  thrilling,  so  compelling, 
there  is  no  other  modern  writer  to  compare  with  him  &+ 
London,  Enff.  Agnes  Herbert. 


The  one  theme  of  Ecclesiastes  is  modera 
tion.  Buddha  wrote  it  down  that  the  great 
est  word  in  any  language  is  "equanimity." 
William  Morris  said  that  the  finest  blessing 
of  life  was  systematic,  useful  work.  Saint 
Paul  declared  that  the  greatest  thing  in  life 
was  love.  Moderation,  equanimity,  work 
and  love  —  you  need  no  other  physician  «» 


RAIN 

come  into  my  garden, 
Water  the  green-folk  there  ; 
Grant  the  parched  earth  a  sweet  pardon, 
Answer  each  tiny  prayer. 

Water  the  pansies  and  larkspur, 

Freshen  each  tired,  drooping  head; 
Fill  each  green  cup  with  thy  nectar, 

Drench  the  tall  ferns  in  their  bed. 
Sprinkle  them,  spatter  them,  softly  spray 

Steadily,  softly  spray, 
Corn  and  the  trailing  tendril 

Gladly  thy  voice  will  obey. 

Rain!  from  thy  heights  supernal, 
Down  from  the  spheres  above, 

Into  our  need  eternal, 
Everlasting  love. 

Cleanse  our  poor  world  of  war-madness, 

Purge  the  sick  soul  of  its  dross  ; 
Wash  from  our  hearts  darkest  sadness, 

Recompense  every  loss. 
Silvery  spirit-rain,  softly  spray  — 

Steadily,  softly  spray, 
Enter  the  hearts  of  earth's  children, 

Steal  the  war-madness  away. 

*rchie  A' 


Dayton,  Ohio 


HREE  things  Hubbard  did  as  no 
other  man  has  done  for  which  I  am 
truly  grateful.  First,  he  was  on  the 
side  of  the  masses  as  against  the 
political  doctors  who  wished  to 
establish  compulsory  vaccination  and 
other  forms  of  legal  surgery.  He  was 
opposed  to  that  great,  powerful,  omnipresent,  formidable 
association  of  doctors  known  as  the  American  Medical 
Association.  He  dared  to  oppose  them.  In  doing  so  he 
was  not  politic.  He  lost  tens  of  thousands  of  friends  by 
so  doing,  no  doubt.  He  knew  it.  He  paid  the  price 
willingly.  The  people  in  whose  defense  he  wielded  such 
unanswerable  arguments  were  a  class  of  people  who 
could  render  him  no  service  in  return.  He  was  a  friend 
of  the  drugless  healer  as  against  that  autocratic  doctor 
of  drugs  bolstered  up  by  tyrannical  laws.  The  drugless 
healers  of  all  classes  loved  him. 

Hubbard  gained  no  fame  or  financial  support  from  his 
espousal  of  their  cause.  I  loved  him  for  this. 
But,  second,  I  loved  Hubbard  because  he  could  see 
with  the  vision  of  a  prophet  that  the  Morgans,  the 
Carnegies,  the  Rockefellers  were  consciously  and  un 
consciously  making  the  world  a  better  place  for  all  of  us. 
With  Hubbard 's  power  to  write  and  speak  he  would 
have  been  the  most  popular  socialist  the  world  has 
ever  produced.  But  he  turned  from  this  temptation,  and 
planted  his  feet  on  the  rock  of  eternal  justice,  thereby 
driving  away  from  him  thousands  and  thousands  of 


310  IN  MEMORIAM 

people  who  could  not  see  the  ideal  that  Hubbard  tried 
to  hold  up.  He  could  have  counted  his  followers  by  the 
millions,  had  he  been  willing  to  prostitute  his  power  to 
wield  the  English  language  to  the  service  of  the 
iconoclast  who  thrives  on  the  passions  of  the  people. 
And  again,  Hubbard  was  a  great  preacher.  But  he  stood 
alone.  He  refused  the  shelter  and  assistance  of  eccle 
siastical  associations.  He  preached  to  his  own  people 
in  his  own  pulpit.  He  was  the  only  great  preacher  in  the 
world  since  Paul  who  preached  without  a  salary.  He 
stood  alone,  like  some  great  tree  in  the  open, his  spread 
ing  branches  symmetrical,  strong,  defying  the  blasts  from 
every  quarter;  and  yet  personally  he  was  so  kind,  so 
affable,  so  genial  and  companionable  that  one  forgot  his 
greatness  in  the  warmth  of  his  personal  friendship  «•» 
The  last  time  I  saw  him  (at  his  home,  on  the  green  near 
the  well),  a  large  company  of  men,  women  and  children 
were  assembled  to  witness  the  open-air  moving  pictures, 
which  were  exhibited  free  once  a  week.  Arm  in  arm 
with  the  Catholic  priest  of  the  village,  he  walked  about 
among  his  people,  greater  than  any  priest  that  ever 
donned  the  robes  of  ecclesiasticism. 
Columbus,  Ohio  C.  S.  Can,  M.  D. 

The  art  of  winning  in  business  is  in  working 
hard  —  not  taking  things  too  seriously. 


IN  MEMORIAM  311 

LBERT  HUBBARD  was  a  worker.  Work 
with  him  was  life.  In  his  life  he  was  a  great 
individualist.  There  were  two  others  in  his 
time  who  were  greater — Emperor  William 
and  Theodore  Roosevelt.  Hubbard  was  the  greatest 
man  ever  living  in  America  to  popularize  and  com 
mercialize  his  writings.  He  was  an  Emerson  with  a 
business  instinct. 

Hubbard  had  written  for  me,  I  had  written  for  him, 
and  we  had  labored  together.  He  would  take  my 
matter  and  make  it  a  classic.  Never  would  he  sign  his 
name  to  anything  technical  until  he  knew  it  to  be  based 
on  fact.  The  intricacies  of  trade  and  business  were 
analyzed  by  him  with  a  wonderful  force. 
He  got  at  the  kernel  of  a  thing  by  a  marvelous  short  cut. 
Hubbard  talked  and  mingled  with  many  big  men.  He 
liked  to  get  their  point  of  view. 

Hubbard  held  his  readers  as  he  held  his  auditors  &+ 
It  was  more  than  twenty -five  years  ago  that  I  traveled 
ten  miles  on  a  zero  night  to  hear  Hubbard,  in  Salem, 
Massachusetts,  and  his  charm  held  me  then  just  as  it 
did  in  more  recent  years. 

He  knew  Human  Nature,  and  could  make  himself  at 
home  in  any  environment.  His  "  Message  to  Garcia," 
written  in  an  hour  or  two,  was  years  in  the  making,  and 
secured  a  larger  circulation,  in  nearly  every  language, 


312  IN  MEMORIAM 

than  any  work  ever  before  printed,  save  the  Bible  alone. 

Hubbard  still  lives  by  the  vast  amount  of  work  he 

performed.  He  could  rinse  a  subject  and  get  the  sweet 

essence  better  than  any  advertising  man  who  ever 

lived.  He  united  a  great  literary  power  with  business 

acumen  and  judgment  such  as  no  other   man   ever 

possessed.  It  is  rare,  indeed,  that  these  qualities  are 

united  in  one  person. 

He    was    criticized    because    he    commercialized    his 

marvelous  ability.  Why  not,  pray?  Ministers,  lawyers 

and  doctors  do  the  same. 

Having  once  taken  a  position  on  a  question,  he  could 

not  be  moved.  That  fact  well  demonstrated  his  con 

sistency  and  straightforwardness. 

He  knew  the  fakirs  by  heart,  and  his  fearless  and 

brilliant  pen  dethroned  them. 

Long  life  to  Hubbard! 

Lynn,  Mast.  Edwin  W. 


I  once  sent  a  bunch  of  flowers  to  Elbert  Hubbard  when 
he  was  talking  on  the  Orpheum.  He  had  very  graciously 
talked  before  the  ad  club  of  which  I  was  president  in 
Spokane.  On  the  note  attached  was  this  wording,  "  To 
My  Mental  Father."  The  finest  thing  about  him  was 
his  mind.  To  be  an  heir  by  adoption  is  an  honor. 

Bakersfield.  Cat.  R.  G.  Paullin. 


IN  MEMORIAM  313 

'LBERT  HUBBARD  was  pre-eminently  the 
greatest  writer  of  his  time,  or  that  the  world 
has  produced  in  the  last  century.  It  is  doubt 
ful  if  one  can  be  named  that  showed  such 
complete  familiarity  with  the  history  of  the  world's  most 
noted  characters  and  events. 

He  was  not  only  a  man  with  a  message,  but  a  man  with 
thousands  of  messages.  For  more  than  a  quarter  of  a 
century  the  sun  has  seldom  set  on  a  day  that  he  did 
not  deliver  us  a  word  that  made  the  world  think.  He 
was  a  persistent  advocate  of  the  doctrine  of  hard  work 
and  demonstrated  to  a  remarkable  degree  that  an  ounce 
of  useful  effort  is  worth  a  pound  of  fine -spun  theory  &+> 
A  trip  through  the  Roycroft  institution  at  East  Aurora 
is  convincing  testimony  that  the  fame  of  Elbert  Hub- 
bard  does  not  rest  alone  upon  his  literary  ability,  but 
that  he  possessed  to  a  rare  degree,  business  insight, 
initiative  and  executive  powers,  rarely  found  with 
great  literary  genius. 

At  the  summit  of  his  greatness  the  sea  has  claimed  all 
that  was  mortal  of  Elbert  Hubbard,  but  he  has  con 
tributed  to  the  world  so  much  that  will  live  on  and  exert 
its  influence  for  the  betterment  of  humanity  through 
generations  yet  unborn,  that  history  can  not  deny  him  a 
place  at  the  top  of  those  who  have  made  the  world  better. 
Coi.  N-  Howard  Robinson. 


314  IN  MEMORIAM 

THINK  I  could  epitomize  in  a  few  words  the 
work  that  I  think  Elbert  Hubbard  did  in  his  life. 
[is  service  was  unique.  Through  it  all  ran  a  strain  of 
devotion  to  the  best  principles  of  humanity.  His 
method  of  appeal  was  striking  and  it  reached  the  hearts 
of  many  people  who  would  not  have  responded  to  any 
ordinary  method  of  reaching  out  to  them.  Mr.  Hubbard 
had  a  brilliant  mind  and  a  big  heart ;  and  a  literary  style 
that  was  completely  his  own — he  spoke  in  a  tongue 
that  could  be  understood.  He  did  much  good.  His 
death  was  like  his  life — unafraid  in  the  face  of  moral  or 
physical  danger. 

President  National  City  Bank  p      A     T/^,^^^«.KA 

New  York  city  f-  A.  Vanderlip. 

[ORE  than  all  else  I  have  read  in  my  life,  what 
Elbert  Hubbard  has  written  has  made  me  think. 
And  that  man  who  has  made  other  men  think  has  done 
a  greater  work  in  the  world  than  has  any  other  class  of 
men  that  has  ever  lived,  or  that  will  ever  live.  I  liked 
him  because  he  saw  through  and  behind  and  over  and 
under  the  unreal  in  dogma  and  creed,  and  said  so,  and 
said  why,  and  in  his  big-hearted  and  fearless  way  tried 
to  help  men  help  themselves. 

In  the  death  of  Elbert  and  Alice  Hubbard  the  world  has 
lost  a  big  man  and  a  big  woman. 
Penn  Yann,  N.  Y.  Hany  C.  MOYSC. 


IN  MEMORIAM  315 

"^  •  REGARD  it  as  a  real  misfortune  that  I 
never  met  Elbert  Hubbard  and  Mrs.  Hub 
bard,  though  I  have  long  desired  to  do  so  s>+ 
^^  ^^  I  have  been,  of  course,  for  several  years 
past,  much  impressed  by  the  former's  skill  and  power 
as  a  writer  and  by  the  pith  and  cogency  of  his  writings, 
especially  those  given  in  his  little  magazine.  While 
differing  in  opinion  and  sentiment  from  some  of  them, 
others  had  my  most  hearty  commendation,  and  I  have 
often  wished  that  I  could  sit  down  and  discuss  with 
Mr.  Hubbard  the  matters  involved. 
Most  especially  interested  was  I  in  the  result  of  a 
letter  which  I  wrote  to  him,  when  in  quest  of  informa 
tion  regarding  certain  noble  women.  I  had  purposed  to 
place  in  the  large  window  of  our  new  Risley  College  for 
Women  three  figures  representing  Abigail  Adams, 
Elizabeth  Fry  and  Mary  Somerville.  The  result  was 
that  he  forwarded  me  some  essays  of  his  own  which 
greatly  interested  me  and  strengthened  me  in  my  plan, 
which  has  now  been  carried  out. 

One  of  the  hopes  which  I  had  formed  was  that  we  should 
have  a  formal  unveiling  of  the  window,  and  Elbert 
Hubbard,  of  all  men,  was  the  one  whom  I  had  in 
mind  for  an  address  on  such  an  occasion,  but,  alas,  that 
dream  must  be  forever  unfulfilled. 

Andrew  D.  White. 


316  IN  MEMORIAM 

"        "•        «•        •«        M        «•        an      «•        M        in        «•        nu        M        i«        n»        •        ••        «i        «j        « 

SOU  tell  me  that  the  time  has  come  when  one 
who  eulogized  the  living  Hubbards  should  dip 
his  pen  into  the  ink-pot  of  his  own  heart  and  write  a 
most  eloquent  epitaph.  And  yet  I  can  not  do  it.  I  have 
been  sitting  here  all  through  the  sunset  and  the  evening, 
waiting  for  words.  The  air  is  full  of  them,  soft-winged, 
brilliant,  swift,  and  I  can  not  catch  any  of  them  and 
make  them  my  very  own  words  in  which  to  express  to 
you  my  sympathy. 

Because,  you  know,  in  my  philosophy  Death  does  not 
matter  much  when  one's  work  has  been  well  done.  We 
may  think  it  unfinished,  but  Death  is  the  arbiter  on 
that,  and  so  it  is  finished,  though  not  dead. 
Death  has  dominion  only  over  our  bodies.  And  so 
Elbert  and  his  gudewife  are  not  dead  to  me,  who  knew 
and  loved  their  minds.  These  I  still  have  with  me  and 
shall  have  while  I  myself  continue.  Nor  shall  they  die 
ever,  while  man  retains  his  power  to  immortalize  ideas. 
I  am  indeed  and  most  sincerely  sorry  for  you  who  shall 
no  longer  hear  their  voices  and  watch  their  faces  and 
press  their  hands.  And  you  have  my  heartiest  good 
wishes  in  your  resolve  to  keep  up  their  work  of  creating 
a  desire  for  beautiful  things  and  making  straight  the 
path  to  acquisition.  C.  But  I  shall  remember,  and  I  do 
remember,  though  it  may  be  too  much  to  ask  of  you 
as  yet,  that  a  man  is  only  the  seed  of  which  his  work 


IN  MEMORIAM 

is  the  thousandfold  reproduction,    reproducing    itself 

again  and  endlessly  in  the  minds  of  others. 

None  may  snatch  more  from  Time  and  Chance  than 

this:  that  he  may  do  himself  utterly  into  his  works 

and  so  pass  into  them  and  out  of  all  physical  things  £•» 

And  I  would  that  each  of  us  might  come  as  near  to  this 

heaven  as  have  the  Hubbards! 

Duiuth,  Minn.  Charles  Henry  Mackintosh. 

WISH  I  could  begin  to  tell  you  the  great  help  I 
derived  from  the  different  writings  Elbert  Hub- 
bard  produced  during  the  past  fifteen  years.  I  have 
been  a  great  admirer  and  tried  to  follow  out  the  advice 
of  the  late  Fra  Elbertus.  In  my  work  as  an  advertising 
solicitor  and  writing  advertising,  his  books  and  maga 
zines  have  been  a  great  help  to  me. 

Commissioners  Charles  P.  Tindley. 


HUBBARD  had  the  unique  distinction 
of  being  recognized  as  a  genius,  a  constructive 
literary  scientist,  in  the  years  his  untiring  labors  were 
accomplished,  and  the  passing  of  time  will  find  the 
laurel,  still  fresh  and  green,  on  the  radiance  of  his 
precepts  and  the  memory  of  his  loving  -kindness. 

Publisher  "  Pacific  Breezes"  rSiti  A 

San  Francisco,  Cal.  ^^V  A' 


318  IN  MEMORIAM 

LBERT  HUBBARD  was  my  associate  pastor 
in  the  People's  Church  and  my  personal 
friend  £•»  &+ 

Some  years  ago  he  came  up  at  the  close  of  a 
sermon,  grasped  my  hand  and  said,  "  God  bless  you, 
Golightly,  that  's  just  what  I  needed — come  over  to  the 
hotel  this  afternoon  and  talk  it  over  with  me  and  Alice." 
I  did  d»  £•» 

Elbert  Hubbard  was  a  man:  "Take  him  for  all  in  all,  I 
shall  not  look  upon  his  like  again." 
Physically,  he  was  tall  and  striking  and  had  worked 
with  his  hands  in  field  and  factory  until  his  body  was 
the  strong  servant  of  a  will  that  could  do  easily,  well 
and  happily  whatever  he  undertook. 
Socially,  with  one  or  hundreds  in  salon,  club  or  on 
lecture  platform  and  circuit  he  was  the  soul  of  wit, 
humor,  satire,  pathos,  kindness  and  good -cheer.  For 
years  he  has  set  the  joy-bells  ringing  in  the  soul, 
planted  flowers  in  life's  wilderness  way,  and  lighted 
and  kept  burning  the  stars  in  sorrow's  dark  night.  The 
sound  of  his  voice,  glance  of  eye,  ring  of  laugh,  smile  of 
face,  and  hand-clasp  made  merry  hearts  which  did  good 
like  medicine. 

Pastor  People's  Church 
Minneapolis,  Minn. 

Do  your  work  as  well  as  you  can  and  be  kind. 


IN  MEMORIAM  319 

HOULD  the  whole  of  Europe  start  today  to 
pay  the  world  indemnity  until  the  end  of 
time,  it  could  not  begin  to  make  restitution 
for  the  loss  sustained  in  the  death  of  Elbert 
Hubbard.  €L  A  master  in  a  hundred  fields  of  endeavor, 
his  future  loomed  up  more  brilliantly  even  than  his 
illustrious  past.  The  world  waited  in  constant  anticipa 
tion  for  greater  things.  And  of  these  it  has  been  robbed. 
€L  Elbert  Hubbard  was  a  brave,  keen  man,  awake  to 
every  possibility  of  the  full  years  that  he  lived — a  man 
who  knew  more  about  making  himself  understood  and 
who  had  finer  thoughts  on  a  greater  variety  of  subjects 
than  any  other  man  of  his  day.  He  was  one  of  the  few 
men  who  placed  performance  above  promise,  who  knew 
the  value  of  human  service,  and  who  had  the  courage 
to  compliment  the  great  army  of  American  men  that  has 
brought  our  nation  the  distinction  of  being  the  greatest 
commercial  institution  the  world  has  ever  seen. 
He  was  a  staunch  friend  of  the  man  who  works  with 
his  hands,  and  just  as  strong  in  his  appreciation  and 
praise  of  the  constructive  business -builder.  His  ideas 
were  at  times  radical,  but  his  mind  was  always  clear  s+ 
It  will  be  many  a  day  before  America  finds  another 
who  can  so  weld  the  composite  thought  of  the  nation 
with  trip-hammer  force. 

Cole  Motor  Car  Company  r     r    /-i    j ,, 

Indianapolis,  Ind.  •/•  •/•  Cole. 


320 


IN  MEMORIAM 


v*-— -^T  was  not  my  good  fortune  to  know  Brother 
Hubbard  very  intimately,  as  I  never  came 
in  personal  contact  with  him  very  much,  but 
^~*~^  I  feel,  notwithstanding  this,  that  I  know  him 
well.  He  was  a  man  who  seemed  to  me  to  be  always  on 
the  highway  of  life  and  always  looking  ahead.  He  may 
have  fully  realized  how  richly  he  was  endowed  by 
Nature  with  intellectual  power  and  talent,  but  he 
seemed  not  to.  I  think  the  greatest  prizes  of  life  were 
his,  and  he  must  have  enjoyed  his  work  which  he  made 
a  game  of.  In  my  opinion  he  was  a  great  force  for  good 
in  the  community  and  in  the  world;  he  carried  a  great 
message,  and  will  be  nationally  if  not  universally 
honored.  I  hope  that  in  some  way  his  influence  will  be 
perpetuated. 
New  York  city  Robt.  H.  Ingersoll. 


Modern  business  betters  human  environ 
ment.  It  means  gardens,  flowers,  fruits, 
vegetables  ;  it  means  quick,  safe  and 
cheap  transportation  of  people,  commodi 
ties  and  messages  ;  it  means  books,  maps, 
furniture,  pictures,  playgrounds,  fresh  air, 
sunshine,  pure  water,  perfect  sewerage, 
health,  happiness,  hope,  light  and  love— 
because  business  gives  opportunities  for 
all  to  work,  earn,  grow  and  become  £•»  &+ 


ELBERT  HUBBARD 
Y?<E  lifted  me  out  of  the  valleys, 
JLJj  To  the  plains  where  now  I  live, 
He  opened  my  life  and  proved,  to  me, 
There  's  a  message  I  had  to  give. 

He  's  shown  me  all  the  beauties, 
Of  this  world  and  the  next; 
Live,  work  and  love  's  what  did  it, 
This  was  his  Golden  Text. 

He  gave  me  all  the  hunches, 

That  fs  made  life  for  me  worth  while; 

He  has  proven  to  me  clearly, 

That  to  make  good  you  must  smile. 

The  tragedy  that  has  happened 
Has  filled  my  life  with  tears, 
But  I  shall  keep  on  smiling, 
Through  the  remainder  of  my  years. 

Greenville,  Miss.  Adrian  P.  Clark. 


fOD  endowed  and  blessed  Elbert 
Hubbard  richly  and  wonderfully:  I 
believe  in  a  Divine  purpose  in  all 
things,  and  it  was  no  mere  chance  or 
accident  that  Elbert  Hubbard  was 
so  strongly  developed  in  his  sympa 
thetic  nature,  in  his  marvelous 
human  interest;  that  he  was  so  constant,  loyal  and 
magnetic  in  his  friendship;  so  magnanimous  as  an 
opponent;  so  blessed  with  a  serene  temperament,  and 
notwithstanding  these  rich,  amiable  qualities,  so  vigor 
ous  and  so  virile  in  all  his  undertakings;  so  trenchant 
in  all  his  sayings  and  writings. 

Through  the  gloom  and  sorrow  of  his  death  I  rejoice 
that  I  was  numbered  as  one  of  his  friends,  and  I  am 
proud  and  grateful  for  his  influence  upon  my  life  8+ 
Elbert  Hubbard  quickly  saw  the  best  and  brightest  in 
all  things.  He  was  the  greatest  of  optimists.  He  was  a 
gallant  fighter— truly,  his  foes  felt  the  lash  of  his 
journalistic  whip.  Their  taunts,  their  gibes  and  flouts  in 
feeble  response  were  all  tributes  to  his  noble  efforts  for 
the  uplift  of  humanity. 

In  my  many  pleasant  recollections  of  my  friend,  come, 
first  of  all,  his  wonderful  sympathy  for  those  in  sorrow, 
suffering  and  trouble,  and,  again,  his  joy  over  things 
tending  to  make  the  world  better.  His  soul  was  brimful 
with  sympathy.  His  temperament  was,  to  me,  a  marvel. 
I  have  yet  to  meet  any  one  who  saw  Elbert  Hubbard 
with  ruffled  temper. 


324  IN  MEMORIAM 

I  had  opportunities  in  abundance  to  mark  the  greatness 
of  the  man  when  serving  with  him  on  committees  in 
connection  with  the  work  of  our  great  Fraternity,  in 
which  he  was  so  sincerely  interested.  Then  I  learned 
not  only  to  admire  him,  but  to  appreciate  his  big  heart 
and  brain.  A  quick  thinker,  superbly  poised,  an  ad 
mirable  judgment,  his  counsel  was  always  invaluable  s+ 
He  wrote  the  Moose  Credo  of  our  Order,  and  one  para 
graph  comes  back  to  me  at  this  moment:  "  I  believe  in 
sympathy,  in  mutual  helpfulness,  in  giving  assistance 
to  the  weak,  the  young,  the  aged  and  all  those  who  need 
a  helping  hand." 

Director  General  Loyal  Order  of  Moose  T__      „    T    n,««t«V 

Pittsburgh,  Pa.  JameS  J.  DttVlS. 

HLTHOUGH  I  never  have  had  the  pleasure  of 
meeting  either  Elbert  or  Alice  Hubbard,  in  the 
person,  their  writing  reflected  the  great  and  wonderful 
personalities  which  they  must  have  had,  so  strongly 
that  I  have  often  felt  as  though  I  had  really  met  and 
known  them  personally,  and  do  indeed  feel  very 
grieved  over  the  almost  unbelievable  fact  that  they  are 
no  more  £•»  $•* 

May   their   spirits   live   and   grow   as   time   goes   on, 
inspiring  in  us  and  manifesting  in  our  lives,  more  and 
more  their  high  and  noble  ideals. 
/«,„„«<„,  H.J.  O.Walter  Zeidt. 


IN  MEMORIAM  325 

LBERT  HUBBARD  impressed  me  as  a 
timely  expression  Puritanism  had  made  to 
complete  the  correction  of  herself  Emerson 
so  ably  began.  He  was  the  product  of  an  age 
that  was  orderly,  frugal  and  efficient.  But  in  his  creation 
Nature  had  become  wanton,  playful  even. 
Born  not  far  from  Lincoln's  home,  and  set  back  a  half- 
century  in  this  nation's  history,  it  is  not  strange  he 
should  have  persisted  in  an  individual  and  pioneer 
mode  of  life  and  thought.  Nor  do  I  feel  it  was  deliber 
ate  on  his  part,  but  rather  natural  to  him  and  inevitable. 
He  was  a  powerful  product  of  an  age  that  was  hard 
and  fixed  in  its  belief  and  conduct  of  life,  and  it  gave 
him  all  that  was  good  and  sustaining  in  that  life. 
The  hour  in  America  gave  him  freedom,  and  so  I  feel 
Elbert  Hubbard  comes  to  us  as  a  freed  Puritan,  a 
large,  generous  soul,  steeped  in  a  past  that  was  full  of 
good,  but  a  past  too  harsh  and  too  cold  to  admit  of  the 
blossoming  of  a  nature  that  sought  first  a  large,  free 
and  full  life — shared  by  all — and  then  an  occupation 
that  contributed  to  happiness. 

Alice  Hubbard  can  not  be  given  too  great  a  place  in  the 
completion  of  that  life.  To  inspire  is  the  privilege  only  of 
those  who  are  of  the  great.  To  do  as  well  as  to  inspire 
seems  to  have  been  not  only  her  great  privilege  and 
service,  but  they  seem  each  to  have  reacted  upon  the 


326  IN  MEMORIAM 

other  so  completely  that  all  that  was  best  in  both  took 
feet  and  wings  and  came  tumbling  into  the  world  of 
thought  like  wanton,  protesting  children  of  a  freed  race, 
d,  Elbert  and  Alice  Hubbard  have  not  only  built  a 
unique  place  in  the  Hall  of  Freedom:  they  have  given 
courage  and  comfort  to  millions  of  men  and  women 
born  out  of  the  same  narrow  thought  of  our  day  and  age 
from  which  they  sprang.  How  much  of  an  artist  Hub- 
bard  was  is  not  so  important.  Art  exists  to  sweeten  life ; 
it  is  the  dress  of  form,  the  color  of  expression.  Life  is  the 
all-important  thing  in  life  and  the  first  great  work  of  art 
of  a  truly  cultured  being.  Elbert  and  Alice  Hubbard 
lived  a  great  life.  Art  for  art's  sake  was  as  far  from  them 
as  it  is  foreign  to  those  who  are  free  of  the  decadent 
spirit,  and  so  when  I  say  I  never  think  of  Elbert  and 
Alice  Hubbard  as  artists  I  pay  them  the  compliment  I 
myself  most  envy  and  seek.  To  be  men  and  women, 
great  in  the  courage  of  what  is  right — do  that  beautifully, 
is  to  satisfy  the  profoundest  end  of  culture  and  meets 
the  sanest  criticism  of  art.  To  be  a  pioneer,  a  brave  and 
generous  soul,  beautifully,  is  the  great  goal.  I  felt  this 
more  strongly  than  the  pen  or  phrase -maker  in  the 
presence  of  Elbert  Hubbard.  He  was  a  great  human 
being,  and  that  he  managed  to  communicate  that  to 
humanity  makes  him  a  great  artist. 

New  York  City  GutZOTl 


IN  MEMORIAM  327 

DTHERS  wiU  comment  upon  Elbert  Hubbard  as  a 
philosopher  and  a  writer.  I  wish  to  speak  of  him 
as  a  neighbor.  He  was  a  good  neighbor  in  the  best 
sense  of  the  term,  exhibiting  friendly  and  kindly 
interest  and  consideration  for  his  East  Aurora  neighbors 
under  all  circumstances.  It  happened  that,  during  the 
earlier  years  of  my  residence  in  the  village,  I  was 
retained  as  attorney  to  conduct  a  long-drawn-out  liti 
gation  involving  The  Roycrofters,  and  I  confess  that  I 
felt  a  little  hesitation  in  approaching  Mr.  Hubbard 
while  the  fight  was  on;  but  I  soon  found  that  he  was  so 
broad  and  generous  in  his  view  o£  the  matter  that  he 
overlooked  the  attorneyship,  and  did  not  permit  it  in 
any  way  to  affect  our  friendship. 

He  gave  all  of  us  villagers  a  warm  and  hearty  welcome 
to  the  benefits  of  the  interesting  and  entertaining 
assemblages  in  the  Roycroft  Salon.  On  several  occasions 
he  did  me  personally  substantial  neighborly  service 
that  I  can  not  forget,  and  I  cherish  for  his  memory  an 
affectionate  and  respectful  regard,  and  feel  that  the 
community  in  which  he  lived  has  suffered  an  irreparable 
loss  in  his  death. 

Herbert  P.  Bissell. 


Sanity  lies  in  your  ability  to  think  individually 
and  act  collectively. 


328  IN  MEMORIAM 

X  THINK  that  Elbert  Hubbard  was  essentially 
a  friend  and  inspirer  of  the  new  generation- 
many  new  generations,  for  he  never  seemed 
to  grow  old.  I  remember  the  day  when  I 
opened  packages  from  him  with  great  eagerness,  know 
ing  that  a  Roycroft  book  would  contain  some  element  of 
surprise  of  text  or  make-up.  The  first  Roycroft  book  I 
ever   saw   was,    "  On  Going  to  Church,"   by   George 
Bernard  Shaw.  It  was  different,  and  shocked  me  into 
new  ideas. 

I  have  never  known  a  man  more  generous  with  himself 
than  Elbert  Hubbard.  Giving  was  a  form  of  genius  with 
him.  He  gave  without  putting  you  under  an  obligation. 
When  he  gave,  it  was  with  all  his  power.  Now  I  look 
back  upon  it,  he  was  always  giving  to  me  though  I  saw 
him  only  twice;  once  on  the  train  to  Chicago,  and  the 
second  time  when  he  and  Alice  Hubbard  and  Miriam 
came  to  my  little  office  on  Twenty-ninth  Street.  It  was  a 
surprise  visit,  and  Hubbard  simply  came  to  say  kind 
things  to  me  that  he  had  written  in  his  letters  and  in 
his  Magazine.  €L  If  he  gave  to  the  thousands  of  others 
with  whom  he  came  in  contact  one  fraction  of  what, 
without  any  effort,  he  gave  to  me,  then  he  gave  more 
than  any  other  American  of  his  generation.  Perhaps 
the  final  test  of  greatness  is  the  power  to  give. 
NUebwYhork  city  Mitchell  Kennerley. 


IN  MEMORIAM  329 

THE  COMING  GOLDEN  DAY 
EYOND  the  far  horizon's  rim 

The  God  of  War  hath  sway! 
'T  is  coming,  though  its  light  be  dim, 

The  golden,  better  day. 
'T  will  come  in  triumph  when  it  comes, 

Howe'er  it  hastes  or  lags, 
But  not  with  trumpets,  nor  with  drums, 

Nor  yet  with  battle -flags. 
For  war,  and  sounds  of  war,  shall  cease, 

The  banners  will  be  furled, 
And  liberty  prevail,  and  peace, 
And  joy,  in  all  the  world. 

In  that,  not  far-off,  glorious  time, 

When  every  man  's  a  king, 
Despair  to  haunt,  will  then  decline, 

While  Hope  will  soar  on  wing. 
Then  full-orbed  Truth  all  souls  shall  draw, 

Like  some  great  central  sun, 
And  Right  be  one  with  Might  and  Law, 

And  Love  and  Justice  one. 
The  good  the  true,  the  wise,  the  great, 

All  hail  its  dawning  ray; 
'T  is  coming  soon,  in  glorious  state, 

The  Christ-like  better  day. 

Neu,*rk,N.J.  R.  L.  JohnSOH. 


330  IN  MEMORIAM 


and  Alice  Hubbard  gave  abundantly  of 
store;  she  the  full  measure  of  a  mind  rich 
in  helpfulness  and  inspiration;  he  the  full  measure  of  a 
unique  intellectuality  which  made  men  think  for  them 
selves  &+  3+ 

Out  of  the  twenty-six  letters  of  the  alphabet  Elbert 
Hubbard  fashioned  darts  of  keen  edge,  which  he  hurled 
at  cant  and  hypocrisy,  and  he  seldom  missed  the  mark. 
At  shams  and  false  conventions  he  aimed  the  barbed 
shaft  of  ridicule.  He  was  master  epigrammatist;  genius 
of  journalism.  To  a  prolific  imagination  he  coupled  a 
remarkable  industry.  He  had  a  keen  sense  of  propor 
tion  and  appreciation  of  relative  values.  He  loved  to 
frolic  in  cap  and  bells  while  he  carried  "  the  message  to 
Garcia."  He  had  that  greatness  of  mind  which  gave 
him  the  daring  to  laugh  at  himself. 
The  friends  of  Elbert  and  Alice  Hubbard  will  not 
mourn.  They  will  remember  these  two  in  thankfulness 
for  the  fragrant  flowers  they  planted  in  life's  garden. 
Appliances"  Evan  Johnson. 


Elbert  Hubbard  lived  a  beautiful  and  a  noble  life  —  and 
I  am  indeed  happy  to  have  benefited  through  his  truly 
wonderful  teachings.  I  shall  ever  revere  the  memory 
of  my  Ideal  Man. 

Premantle,  Western  Australia  ?•  EdW.  Roy. 


IN  MEMORIAM  331 


the  gods  love  die  young."  In  the  death 
of  Elbert  Hubbard  the  world  has  sustained 
a  loss  which  it  can  ill  afford.  His  wonder  - 
fully  attractive  personality  so  charmed  all 
with  whom  he  came  in  contact,  that  even  those  who 
disagreed  most  strongly  with  some  of  his  utterances 
were  so  disarmed  by  his  magnetism  that  their  feelings 
of  antagonism  were  robbed  of  their  sting. 
The  dominant  feature  of  his  philosophy,  that  "  labor 
makes  the  whole  world  kin,"  and  that  all  good  things 
are  added  to  the  man  who  labors,  to  the  support  of 
which  he  threw  his  entire  life  and  his  splendid  in 
tellect,  combined  with  his  all-embracing  sympathy 
with  every  phase  of  human  life,  marks  an  enduring 
progress  and  influence  in  the  uplift  of  the  world  beyond 
our  power  to  measure. 

Although  I  had  known  and  admired  Elbert  Hubbard 
for  many  years  through  his  writings,  it  was  not  until 
March  Twenty-  second  of  this  year,  when  he  visited 
me  at  my  home  in  Bristol,  that  I  fully  realized  and 
appreciated  his  wonderful  personality,  his  simplicity, 
his  power  of  grasping  everything  at  its  full  value  on 
sight,  and  his  keen  sense  of  humor.  In  the  death  of 
Elbert  Hubbard  the  world  has  lost  one  of  its  greatest 
men  &•»  s+ 

SffiSl  il  S-  *""""  C°-  Samuel  Pomeroy  Colt. 


332  IN  MEMORIAM 


ffi 


Y  attention  was  first  attracted  to  Elbert 
Hubbard  by  a  short  article  in  one  of  the 
magazines  —  just  a  few  paragraphs  —  but  so 
vital  and  brimming  with  cheer  that  I  resolved 
at  once  to  know  more  of  the  writer. 
I  sent  for  a  copy  of  "The  Fra"  and  read  it  from  cover 
to  cover  —  and  the  covers,  too  —  advertisements  and  all; 
and  I  have  read  every  copy  published  since  then  that 
same  way. 

Some  told  me  at  first  that  Elbert  Hubbard  was  an 
atheist,  an  anarchist  and  a  dangerous  man  to  follow, 
but  I  could  not  believe  that  after  reading  that  first 
article.  Since  then  I  have  reconstructed  some  of  my 
former  beliefs,  and  they  have  all  been  for  the  better  I 
think.  He  has  taught  me  a  broad  and  comprehensive 
love  for  humanity  that  has  nothing  to  do  with  any  creed 
or  dogma.  The  brotherhood  of  man  has  new  meanings 
for  me,  and  the  beauty  and  nobility  of  life  has  been 
revealed  to  me  in  ways  that  were  unknown  until  I  fell 
under  the  spell  of  his  magic  pen. 

George  A.  Freeman. 


America  and  the  world  are  the  great  losers  in  the  pass 

ing  of  so  brilliant  a  man  and  woman  as  Elbert  and  Alice 

Hubbard. 

st.  Joseph,  MO.  Mr.  and  Mrs.  O.  M.  King. 


IN  MEMORIAM  333 


HE  bolt  tha*  sent  the  "  Lusitania  "  to  her 
doom  was  more  disastrous  to  the  human 
spirit  than  all  the  big  guns  of  the  Skoda 
factories.  It  killed  Elbert  Hubbard  and  Alice 
Hubbard.  These  were  two  of  the  finest  souls  in  all  the 
length  and  breadth  of  our  New  America. 
In  losing  them  the  world  is  poorer  and  the  American 
soul  is  reduced  in  voltage. 

Elbert  Hubbard  was  my  friend,  and  I  shall  never  forget 
him.  He  was  the  incarnate  soul  of  this  powerful  and 
intrepid  people  —  one  of  the  gods  of  the  younger  days. 
He  is  not  dead:  his  presence  is  the  gladness  of  the 
world.  Day  by  day  I  have  laughed  and  loved  life  better 
because  of  this  gentle  Democritus  of  East  Aurora. 
Hypocrisy  and  flimflam,  religious  sculduggery  and 
social  demagoguery—  these  he  sent  flying  as  with  a 
42  -centimeter  shell  by  the  high  explosives  of  his 
mirthful  sarcasm. 

The  poison-gas  of  class  hatred,  the  liquid  fire  of  vulgar 
pretense,  he  scattered  to  the  winds.  He  enriched  the 
American  tongue.  Some  of  his  words  that  we  dub 
"  Americanisms  "  will  become  the  rhythmic  syllables 
of  the  Tennysons  and  Shelley  s  yet  to  be. 
Sharp  as  the  staccato  of  the  rapid-fire  guns,  one  flaming 
sentence  of  Elbert  Hubbard  tore  the  mask  off  a  hun 
dred  years  of  Europe's  shame:  "  Who  lifted  the  lid  off 


334  IN  MEMORIAM 

of  Hell?— Bill  Kaiser."  Europe  had  rotted  into  incurable 
selfishness.  Hence  the  Junker- War.  The  path  of  genius 
is  like  the  path  of  lightning — always  it  strikes  as  if  it 
had  never  struck  before.  Nobody  but  Fra  Elbertus 
could  have  said  so  much  in  just  that  way.  There  will 
never  be  another  Matterhorn,  or  Taj  Mahal,  or  River 
Rhine  or  Elbert  Hubbard. 

>~~|LICE  HUBBARD  was  the  brainiest  woman  I  ever 
^]J  conversed  with.  She  had  all  the  charm  of  woman 
and  all  the  breadth  of  man.  As  far  as  I  know  she  was 
the  most  gloriously  gifted  woman  in  America.  This  was 
not  widely  known.  But  look  at  her  work  along  with 
Elbert  Hubbard  and  The  Roycrofters.  She  had  the 
wisdom  and  benignity  of  some  ancient  Athene  in  the 
City  of  the  Violet  Crown.  She  had  lived  her  girlhood 
among  the  super-minds  of  Concord,  and  had  drunk 
deeply  of  the  Pierian  Spring.  She  brought  to  bear  upon 
the  rugged  problems  of  our  day  the  highest  caliber  of 
brain  and  heart.  I  mind  her  sketching  out  for  me  the 
life  and  work  of  Jesus  and  his  Mother.  It  was  done 
with  a  rare  breadth  of  thought  and  wealth  of  learning  I 
have  never  found  in  any  theologic  book. 
Why  do  we  love  good  Fra  Elbertus?  Because  he  made 
rude  things  romantic:  because  he  made  the  hyacinth 
as  regal  as  the  rose ;  because  he  touched  the  worker  and 
he  stood  forth  a  prince;  because  he  wrote  of  the  toiler 


IN  MEMORIAM  335 

5 — „ _ •    -    "    ' 

at  Labor's  Holy  Altar  and  he  became  more  reverend 

than  the  robed  and  miter ed  priest. 

Farewell,    dear    friend!    Thy    going    doth    make    the 

unseen  world  seem  near.  Full  many  a  vase  of  comeliest 

phrase   I   keep   among   my  treasures   as   witness   the 

cunning  of  thy  hand.  Thy  loving-kindness  will  live  with 

me  like   sweet  forget-me-nots  in  Memory's   garden, 

and  I  will  hold  the  broken  thread  of  our  discourse  until 

the  Little  Journey  of  my  life  has  come  upon  the  poppied 

path  to  Sleep. 

Boston,  Mass.  ***  McicQueen. 

XN  the  death  of  Alice  Hubbard,  the  literary  world 
loses  an  original  and  forceful  writer,  The  Roy- 
crofters  a  valuable  aid,  the  National  Council  of  Women 
Voters  an  efficient  member,  and  this  convention  misses 
a  most  telling  message  on  "  Women  and  War." 
Alice  Hubbard  is  best  known  by  her  writings.  Of  the 
several  books  which  she  has  written,  most  of  them 
having  some  bearing  on  social  life,  her  "  Life  Lessons  " 
from  the  lives  of  great  men  and  women  is  perhaps  the 
most  important. 

In  the  going  down  of  the  "  Lusitania,"  many  brilliant 
lives  went  out,  but  among  them  all,  perhaps  there  were 
no  brighter  minds,  no  more  original  thinkers,  no  more 
courageous  writers  than  Elbert  and  Alice  Hubbard  **» 


336 


IN  MEMORIAM 


In  thinking  of  the  death  of  these  two,  one  naturally 
recalls  the  words  of  Elbert  Hubbard,  written  some  time 
ago.  At  the  close  of  one  of  his  magazine  articles  he 
said:  "  We  will  not  be  here  forever  anyway.  Soon  Death, 
the  kind  old  nurse,  will  come  and  rock  us  all  to  sleep, 
and  we  had  better  help  one  another  while  we  can.  We 
are  all  going  the  same  way — let  us  go  hand  in  hand." 


— Extract  from  the  Memorial  Services  held  at  the  Convention  of  the  Council 

of  Women  " 

erend  Olyt  . 

astical  body  to  Preach  in  the 


raci  jTom  me  memorial  oeri/ice*  neiu  ai  me  convention  oj  me  uouncn 
men  Voters  in  San  Francisco,  July  9, 1915,  and  conducted  by  the  Rev- 
Olympia  Brown  (Racine,  Wis.),  the  first  woman  ordained  by  an  ecclesi- 
l  body  to  preach  in  the  United  States. 


The  example  and  the  wisdom  of  Elbert  and  Alice  Hub- 
bard  have  helped  me  in  many  a  tight  place  and  both  are 
present  now  as  much  as  before. 
Buffalo,  N.  Y.  Marvin  Grodzinsky. 


The  world  will  be  redeemed  ;  it  is  being 
redeemed.  It  is  being  redeemed  not  by 
those  who  shake  the  red  rag  of  wordy 
warfare,  who  threaten  and  demand,  but 
by  its  enterprisers,  workers,  inventors, 
toilers  —  the  men  and  women  who  do 
the  duty  that  lies  nearest  them  $•»  s*> 


AWAY 

CAN  not  say,  and  I  will  not  say 
That  he  is  dead.  He  is  just  away! 
With  a  cheery  smile,  and  a  wave  of  the  hand 
He  has  wandered  into  an  unknown  land 
And  left  us  dreaming  how  very  fair 
It  needs  must  be,  since  he  lingers  there. 
And  you — oh,  you,  who  the  wildest  yearn 
For  the  old-time  step,  and  the  glad  return- 
Think  of  him  faring  on,  as  dear 
In  the  love  of  There,  as  the  love  of  Here. 
Think  of  him  still  as  the  same,  I  say, 
He  is  not  dead — he  is  just  away. 

James  Whitcomb  Riley. 


the  Summer  of  Eighteen  Hundred 
Seventy-six,    my   brother   and   self 
made  a  "little  journey"  to  the  Cen 
tennial  Exposition  at  Philadelphia, 
and  on  our  way  there  stopped  at  a 
number    of   cities   to   visit  the  es- 
^  ~^^^^_^^r  tablishments    of  firms   engaged   in 
the    same  "business    as    ourselves— the    manufacture 

of   soap  &+  &+> 

At  Buffalo  we  visited  several  large  concerns,  also  a  very 
modest  one.  This  latter— a  small,  two-story  building- 
may  have  been  at  one  time  a  grocery-store  or  a  saloon. 
To  reach  the  boiling-room  of  this  soap-factory,  we  had 
to  climb  up  an  almost  vertical  stair,  and  there  saw  a 
small  kettle  and  a  few  workingmen  cutting,  racking  and 
pressing  soap.  Altogether,  there  was  little  to  see  and 
nothing  to  learn,  and  our  stay  was  brief. 
Many  years  after  that,  a  friend  of  mine  called  my 
attention  to  a  new  and  unique  publication—  '  The 
Philistine."  I  liked  the  contents  and  subscribed  to  it, 
also  to  "  The  Fra  "  Magazine,  when  later  this  was 
published  s«»  &+• 

Impressed  by  the  originality  and  forcefulness  of  the 
articles  in  these  publications,  I  wished  to  meet  the 
author,  and  about  ten  years  ago,  when  in  Buffalo,  went 
to  East  Aurora.  A  card  on  the  wall  of  the  Roycroft  Shop 
announced  that  Mr.  Hubbard  would  speak  in  the 
Chapel  that  afternoon,  and  it  being  near  the  hour,  I 
entered  the  Chapel.  Promptly  at  the  appointed  time 


340  IN  MEMORIAM 

Mr.  Hubbard  appeared  on  the  rostrum,  and  in  his 
inimitable,  easy,  conversational  style,  fraught  with 
many  verbal  bouquets,  arabesques,  etceteras,  told  of 
his  visit  to  the  home  of  some  big  guy — what  one  I  have 
forgotten.  I  have  a  suspicion  that  the  Fra  used  up  much 
of  his  supply  of  taffy  in  presenting  to  his  hearers  that 
charming,  amiable,  lovable,  wise  man  to  whose  home 
he  had  journeyed;  but  that  's  poets',  story-tellers',  and 
also  lecturers'  and  philosophers'  license,  and  I  am  the 
last  person  to  find  fault  with  it.  For  certain  purposes,  I 
like  the  ornate,  polychrome  and  gingerbread  work;  but 
what  I  did  n't  like  (because  beyond  my  understanding) 
was  the  plethora  of  highfalutin  words  the  Fra  did  use — 
words  I  had  never  heard  before ;  yea,  words  that  Uncle 
Noah  Webster  had  never  dreamed  of.  Nevertheless,  I 
was  very  sorry  when  Mr.  Hubbard  broke  off  his  story 
and  announced  that  he  would  finish  his  journey  the 
next  afternoon.  Most  of  the  audience  stepped  forward 
to  shake  hands  with  him  and  thank  him  for  the  treat; 
I  wished  to  do  the  same ;  I  was  delighted  with  his  story 
and  liked  his  looks,  but — I  was  afraid  of  his  vocabulary, 
his  rhetoric.  What  if  he  should  ask  me  a  question  about 
something  or  other  in  that  tony  language  of  his,  em 
bellished  with  those  wonderful  new  appellations  of 
latest  coinage?  I  would  n't  understand  him,  and  would 
have  to  stand  there  speechless.  No;  I  would  just  sneak 


IN  MEMORIAM 


out  of  that  Chapel  and  hie  myself  back  to  Buffalo  on 
the  first  train  ;  and  so  I  did. 

About  five  years  ago,  Mr.  Hubbard  delivered  a  lecture 
in  our  city.  I  heard  him,  and  again  wished  to  converse 
with  him,  but  backed  out  for  the  same  reason  explained 
above  8+  $«• 

A  little  over  a  year  ago,  Mr.  Hubbard  was  in  our  city 
on  some  business;  a  friend  who  knew  of  my  admiration 
for  him  and  also  my  diffidence,  kidnaped  me  and  in  his 
car  carried  me  to  his  bank,  where  Mr.  Hubbard  was 
in  waiting  s*  &** 

I  was  astonished  at  the  versatility  and  adaptability  of 
Mr.  Hubbard.  The  man  who  on  the  lecture  platform 
controlled  every  word  between  the  covers  of  Webster's 
Unabridged  and  many  other  words  not  contained  there 
in,  could  also  quite  readily  adjust  his  vocabulary  to  the 
limited  one  of  his  company  and  thus  prevent  embarrass 
ment;  and  not  only  that,  but  he  could  talk  intelligently 
and  informingly  on  every  subject,  from  feeding  pigs  to 
the  latest  safety  device  in  railroading  or  the  latest  dis 
covery  in  the  field  of  electricity. 

But  the  thing  that  astonished  me  most  was  his  wonder 
ful  memory;  for,  in  the  course  of  our  conversation,  he 
advised  me  that  the  young  man  who  was  pressing  soap 
in  the  little  factory  in  Buffalo  I  visited  in  Eighteen 
Hundred  Seventy-six  was  Elbert  Hubbard,  and  that  he 


342  IN  MEMORIAM 

had  not  forgotten  the  favorable  comments  I  made  on 
the  work  he  was  doing.  Since  that  meeting  I  was  no 
more  afraid  of  the  Fra,  and  we  became  warm  friends. 
CL  I  relate  all  this  to  show  that  Mr.  Hubbard  was  not 
only  endowed  by  Nature  with  a  wonderful  memory, 
which  is  the  main  essential  in  the  acquirement  of  knowl 
edge,  but  that  he  also  knew  how  to  apply  and  make  the 
best  use  of  Nature's  gifts,  and  from  a  plain  factory- 
hand  rise  to  a  position  among  the  foremost  literary 
giants.  Like  Mr.  Edison,  he  was  a  resourceful,  inde 
fatigable  worker. 

Evansville,  Ind.  A.  MelZ€T. 

6LBERT  HUBBARD  was  my  friend,  and  set  for 
me  and  others   a  great  example  of  what  it  is 
possible  for  a  man  with  a  great  soul  and  indomitable 
courage  to  do. 

He  was  colossal  in  strength,  with  the  tenderness  of  a 
woman.  His  mind  was  massive,  logical,  and  analytical 
to  the  highest  degree,  yet  free  from  technical  verbiage. 
His  soul  was  big  enough  to  forgive  those  who  were  too 
small  to  understand.  In  this  Man  among  men  we  had 
a  literary  genius  who  was  also  a  practical  business 
man,  a  scholar,  a  thinker,  an  efficiency  expert,  an 
apostle  of  advertising  and  a  prolific  writer  such  as  our 
generation  has  never  before  known. 


IN  MEMORIAM 


He  and  his  wife  have  started  on  "  Life's  most  beautiful 
adventure  "  to  meet  and  mingle  with  the  good  and 
great  men  and  women  who  have  gone  before.  In  life, 
"They  added  to  the  sum  of  human  joy;  and  were 
everyone  to  whom  they  did  some  loving  service  to  bring 
a  blossom  to  their  graves,  they  would  sleep  tonight 
beneath  a  wilderness  of  flowers." 

W.  G.  Bryan. 

Chicago,  III. 


is  so  much  that  can  be  said  of  Elbert 
Hubbard,  the  wonderful  writer,  the  great 
apostle  of  ceaseless  work  well  done,  through 
love  of  work  J  of  study  trough  love  of 
study;  of  accomplishment  through  sense  of  duty  loyally 
performed  with  faithfulness  to  the  end,  that  it  is  clearly 
beyond  my  power  to  attempt  to  enumerate  his  virtues. 
Nor  is  it  necessary:  the  world  knows  them  and  loves 
him  for  them. 

To  one  episode  in  the  life  of  Elbert  Hubbard,  I  am  in  a 
position  to  give  direct  and  original  testimony  ;  and  that 
is  in  regard  to  the  unselfish  motive  that  impelled  him  to 
write  "  A  Message  to  Garcia."  Personally  I  had  never 
met  him  and  he  knew  me  not,  except  in  reference  to  the 
manner  in  which  I  did  my  work  and  played  my  humble 
part  in  the  war  that  was  to  set  Cuba  free  and  give  to 
"  a  people  rightly  struggling  to  be  free  "  a  place  in  the 


344  IN  MEMORIAM 

sun.  And  it  is,  with  a  clear  conscience  and  a  clean  belief, 
that  I  can  add  that  I  believe  that  the  same  pure  motive 
ever  actuated  him  in  his  endeavor  to  emphasize  before 
the  world  the  importance  and  the  value  of  faithful  and 
efficient  effort  in  carrying  through  any  worthy  task, 
whether  set  by  others  or  self-assigned.  He  emphasized 
before  the  world  the  thought  that  in  doing  a  work  for 
which  one  is  capable,  in  the  best  and  most  thorough 
manner  possible,  one  is  doing  a  double  and  not  a 
divided  duty,  and  that  one  is  really  working  for  one's 
self  while  working  the  best  one  knows  how  for  others. 
This  noble  thought  enabled  him  through  his  matchless 
diction  to  engage  the  attention  of  the  thoughtful  in 
every  nation  of  the  world  that  had  a  written  language. 
This  thought,  too,  he  elaborated  afterwards  in  that 
fine  series  of  monographs  on  the  work  of  the  great 
captains  of  industry  and  men  of  accomplishment  in  our 
great  nation,  to  the  end  that  many  an  indifferent 
worker  has  become  a  willing  one,  and  many  a  callous 
employer  has  become  a  sympathetic  and  appreciative 
one.  "  Give  every  man  credit  for  the  good  he  has  done," 
said  Hubbard,  the  Great. 

Mill  Valley,  Cal. 

We  can  never  have  a  noble  race  of  men  until 
we  have  a  noble  race  of  mothers. 


IN  MEMORIAM  345 


the  great  ones  of  the  earth  you  have 
received  tributes  of  love  and  respect  to  the 
memory  of  Elbert  and  Alice  Hubbard. 
Hear  now  the  words  of  ah  unknown  —  one 
who  has  never  seen  the  Fra  and  his  wife  —  one  who  has 
not  yet  enough  of  the  world's  wealth  to  acquire  any 
thing  more  than  a  fractional  part  of  his  writings. 
I  speak  for  the  multitudes  in  like  situation  —  young  men 
and  women  in  Canada,  Australia,  England,  Ireland,  and 
in  all  places  where  a  civilized  tongue  is  spoken.  We  may 
be  Freethinkers  or  Catholics,  Socialists  or  Buddhists  — 
it  matters  not.  We  are  all  full  of  a  sense  of  gratitude  to 
these  two  people,  who  have  led  us  out  of  the  wilder 
ness  of  Petty  Thoughts  and  Paltry  Actions  into  the 
bright  sunlight  of  Love  and  Worth.  By  us  he  will  always 
be  thought  of  as  Fra  Elbertus.  €t  To  us  he  was  the 
symbol  of  success  —  success  won  by  truth  and  fearless 
ness  —  inspiring  us  as  we  stripped  for  the  race  of  life  «» 
To  many  of  us  living  away  from  men,  in  the  wastes  of 
Australia,  in  the  prairies  of  Western  Canada,  he  was  an 
ever  real  Presence,  speaking  words  of  truth  and  mes 
sages  of  love  to  us,  as  we  toiled  under  the  sun's  hot  rays. 
Alice  Hubbard,  too;  was  she  not  like  a  sister;  to  many 
of  us,  a  mother?  To  her  we  would  go  in  spirit  for  wisdom 
and  consolation,  and  we  came  away  with  full  hearts  s*» 

Toronto,  Canada  O.  C. 


346  IN  MEMORIAM 

FRA  ELBERTUS 

HARMER,  writer,  businessman, 
Philanthropist  and  kind : 
The  foremost  act  he  did  in  life 
Was  the  freeing  of  our  mind. 
He  led  the  way  in  great  reforms, 

But  foremost  will  be  said : 
He  freed  our  mind  from  superstition, 
Which  set  the  world  ahead. 

Few  geniuses  have  graced  the  world 

On  history's  sacred  page 
To  equal  Fra  Elbertus  Hubbard, 

East  Aurora's  famous  Sage. 
Not  only  was  he  versatile, 

But  foremost  will  be  said : 
He  freed  our  mind  from  superstition, 

Which  set  the  world  ahead. 

Who  knew  him  best,  ah,  loved  him  best, 

So  lovable  and  kind ; 
But  what  the  old  world  needed  most 

Was  freedom  of  the  mind. 
He  led  the  way  from  paths  of  fear, 

Forever  't  will  be  said : 
He  freed  our  mind  from  superstition 

And  set  the  world  ahead. 


IN  MEMORIAM  347 

The  foremost  genius  of  his  day 

In  paths  anew  and  odd, 
He  led  in  many  ways  and  thought; 

The  critics  hurled  base  clod. 
His  mind  too  great,  his  soul  too  big 

On  rancor  to  be  fed. 
He  freed  our  mind  from  superstition, 

Which  set  the  world  ahead. 

Our  heads  are  bowed,  our  hearts  are  sad, 

For  his  vacant  chair  today  ; 
And  yet  we  glory  in  his  death  — 

He  'd  have  no  other  way. 
He  went  to  rest  with  the  one  he  loved  — 

Of  them  it  will  be  said: 
They  freed  the  mind  of  superstition, 

Which  set  the  world  ahead. 
effational  church  David  V.  Bush. 


Roy  croft  Idea,  as  originated  by  Elbert  and 
Alice  Hubbard,  has  yet  its  greatest  work  to  do  «» 
Down  through  the  corridors  of  time  their  soul  -illumined 
minds  and  towering  individuality  will  ever  be  our 
inspiration. 

And  today  they  stand  resplendent,  lighting  up  more 
than  ever  the  horizon  of  human  consciousness. 


348  IN  MEMORIAM 

And  because  of  their  lives,  millions  will  know  no  more 
the  fear  of  superstition  of  the  dark  ages.  And  millions 
more  will  tear  away  the  masks  of  a  superficial  civiliza 
tion  and  walk  with  their  heads  up  and  claim  their 
divinity—  BECAUSE  THEY  NOW  UNDERSTAND. 
I  am  glad  I  knew  them  and  happy  to  recall  the  many 
pleasant  journeys  "  Afoot  with  the  Fra." 
They  were  everybody's  friend:  the  high  and  the  low, 
the  just  and  the  unjust,  alike  received  their  showers  of 
blessings.  The  bigot,  the  intolerant,  received  their 
smiles.  They  excluded  none. 
No  greater  love  had  the  Carpenter  of  Nazareth. 

Sharpe. 


^•w  -^HILE  I  do  not  feel  that  I  really  can  lay  any 
%  claim  to  the  friendship  of  Elbert  and  Alice 
I  Hubbard,  I  particularly  enjoyed  my  visits 
\.^  J  to  the  Roycroft  Inn,  and  there  is  one  event 
that  stands  out  very  prominently  in  my  memory 
regarding  Alice  Hubbard,  and  that,  her  recent  visit  to 
the  Rochester  Ad  Club,  when  she  spoke  at  a  Valentine 
party  on  the  "  Opening  Door  for  Women." 
It  was  my  pleasure  to  meet  Mrs.  Hubbard  at  the  station 
and  to  sit  next  to  her  at  the  banquet  in  the  evening.  I 
was  particularly  impressed  by  her  kindly  spirit  and  her 
ability  to  enter  into  the  other  fellow's  mental  bias,  and 


IN  JVLEMORIAM  349 

I  was  delighted  with  her  talk  on  the  problems  of  women 
and  their  dawning  solutions. 

No  Rochester  Ad  Man  but  feels  a  deep  personal  loss 
in  the  passing  away  of  both  Alice  and  Elbert  Hubbard, 
for  we  had  come  to  consider  them  as  one  of  us,  and  I 
know  we  shall  cherish  the  impressions  we  have  of  the 
pleasant  comradeship  and  spiritual  thought  that  have 
been  given  to  us  by  both  Alice  and  Elbert  Hubbard  «» 

Lyman's  Letter  Shop  C.  G.  Lvman. 

Rochester,  N.  Y.  <=»«=»• 

OURING  the  thirteen  years  I  was  familiar 
with  Elbert  Hubbard  and  his  writings,  I  grew 
to  love  more  and  more  the  bigness,  whole- 
someness,  kindness  and  courage  of  the  man. 
C  In  our  strolls  through  the  woods  at  East  Aurora, 
and  when  he  would  visit  me  in  New  York  City,  he 
would  relate  many  good  stories,  and  he  had  that  in  his 
nature  which  enabled  him  to  laugh  when  the  joke  was 
on   him.    He    stood   for    everything    that   was    clean, 
natural  and  beautiful.  He  lived  the  simple  but  strenuous 
life.    He    worked    hard    mentally,    and    kept   himself 
physically   fit   because    he    understood   the    value    of 
exercising  the  body. 

He  had  more  working  energy  than  any  other  man  I 
ever  met.  He  always  found  time  for  exercise  and  sport, 
whether  it  was  hiking  over  the  hills,  wood-chopping, 


350  IN  MEMORIAM 

horseback  -  riding  or  baseball.  He  would  discuss  the 
boxing  situation  with  me  with  the  enthusiasm  of  a  fan, 
and  he  wound  up  one  of  his  last  letters  to  me  by  writing, 
"  So  here  are  love  and  blessings  to  all  good  sports,  and 
if  there  is  no  squared  circle  (boxing  -ring)  in  hell,  you 
and  I  will  arrange  one." 

We  loved  him  because  he  loved  every  man,  woman 
and  child  of  us.  If  animals  and  birds  could  speak  they 
would  sing  his  praises,  for  he  loved  them  too. 
I  feel  that  not  only  have  I  lost  a  friend  and  The  Roy- 
crofters  their  leader,  but  the  whole  world  lost  a 
friend  and  leader  when  the  sage  of  East  Aurora  was 
taken  away. 

fgf  Champion  °S  ""  "  Freddie  Welsh. 


IT  was  my  fortune  recently  to  journey  to  South 
Bethlehem  with  Elbert  Hubbard,  whose  tragic 
death,  with  others  of  our  citizens,  sent  such  a  thrill 
through  the  heart  of  every  American,  and  I  had  a  real 
example  of  the  walk,  play  and  work  idea  by  this  ex 
ponent  of  the  simple  life.  In  order  that  we  might  leave 
for  South  Bethlehem  early,  it  was  necessary  for  us  to 
meet  Mr.  Hubbard  at  six-thirty  A.  M.,  rather  early  for 
Dad,  but  he  was  equal  to  the  occasion,  and  arrived  with 
the  rest  of  us  at  the  Trenton  House  on  time.  No  Mr. 
Hubbard.  Information  elicited  the  fact  that  he  had  left 


IN  MEMORIAM  351 

the  hotel,  and  knowing  his  habits,  we  determined  he 
was  walking.  Such  proved  to  be  the  fact,  for  in  about 
twenty  minutes  he  came  down  Warren  Street,  hair 
flying  in  the  breeze,  arms  swinging,  elastic  step,  and  a 
face  which  must  have  shown  the  effects  of  his  morning 
walk  had  it  not  been  covered  with  a  thick  coat  of  tan 
picked  up  during  twelve  months  of  the  year  in  his  out 
door  life  at  home.  He  informed  us  that  no  matter  where 
he  was  located,  he  never  missed  his  walk,  and  on  two 
occasions  later  in  the  day,  when  we  were  compelled 
to  stop  because  of  tire  trouble,  he  jumped  nimbly 
from  the  car  and  proceeded  ahead,  being  picked  up 
later  as  we  resumed  our  journey.  On  one  of  these 
"walks  "  Dad  joined  him,  and  as  the  stop  was  a  little 
longer  than  usual,  they  walked  five  miles  before  we 
overtook  them.  Mr.  Hubbard  was  in  fine  shape,  but 
his  companion — well,  I  '11  leave  that  to  your  own 
judgment.  His  ability  to  do  so  much  really  exhaustive 
work  was  without  doubt  gained  through  his  firm  belief 
in  the  great  outdoors. 
Trenton,  N.  j.  Dorothy  May  Salter. 

EDITOR'S  NOTE.— "Dad"  is  Dorothy's  father,  Harry  B.  Salter,  Secre 
tary  Trenton  Chamber  of  Commerce. 

The  brain  needs  exercise  as  much  as  the  body, 
and  vicarious  thinking  is  as  erroneous  as  vicari 
ous  exercise. 


352  IN  MEMORIAM 

ELBERT  HUBBARD 

Entertaining  and  mentally  uplifting. 

Loyal  to  the  cause  of  mankind. 

Benevolent,  beneficent  and  reverently  beloved. 

Ever  dear  to  the  elect. 

Righteous,  royal  and  real  remarks. 

Tireless  in  instilling  manly  and  sublime  principles. 

Honest,  honorable  and  wholesome. 

Uplifting  a  high-grade  literary  standard. 

Bettering  the  mind  and  soul. 

Bestowing  confidence  coupled  with  self-reliance. 

Attacking  the  laggard  and  the  hypocrite. 

Rebuking  those  that  preach  fear  and  chicanery. 

Devoted  to  the  best  interests  of  society. 

San  Francisco,  Cal.  Aaron  Levy. 

'LBERT  HUBBARD  dared  to  be  human,  and 
his  daring  helped  others  become  so.  He  put 
into  business  life  something  which  was  not 
there  before,  conceding  to  it  a  right  to  be. 
He  recognized  advertising  as  the  advance-guard  of  the 
army  of  progress,  rather  than  as  something  to  be  merely 
tolerated  and  at  best  but  stealthily  negotiated  with  by 
respectable  professions. 
He  was  an  American;  and  if  he  died  a  martyr  to  that 


IN  MEMORIAM.  353 

effete  monarchical  regime  which  he  so  despised  and 
against  which  he  had  raised  his  voice  in  unmistakable 
terms,  it  is  but  another  startling  example  of  the 
wondrous  working  of  that  grim  and  inexplicable  law 
which  some  designate  as  fate  and  others  term  "  the 
sport  of  the  gods." 

He  was  an  American — and  he  was  a  soul  unafraid  £•» 
Undoubtedly  he  carried  the  last  message  as  unflinch 
ingly  as  he  had  carried  the  others. 

His  image  will  survive  in  the  hearts  of  those  who  loved 
him — an  image  drawn  in  lines  of  higher  courage  to  live 
simply  and  to  scorn  hypocrisy  and  sham,  "to  do  your 
work  the  best  you  can  and  be  kind." 

Los  Angeles.  Cat.  OH VC  Gray. 

'LBERT  and  Alice  Hubbard  genuinely  loved 
Thomas  Paine.  They  loved  the  spirit  of  the 
man  and  they  loved  his  work  in  humanity's 
behalf.  Both  were  zealous  in  furthering  the 
Paine  cause.  They  were  eager  to  impress  upon  all 
people  the  importance  of  Paine 's  writings  in  politics  and 
religion.  Both  looked  forward  to  the  day  when  a  more 
general  appreciation  of  the  great  philosopher  would 
cure  the  world  of  many  of  its  ills. 

Elbert  Hubbard  was  one  of  the  earliest  members  of  he 
Thomas  Paine  National  Historical  Association,  and  was 


354  IN  MEMORIAM 

always  anxious  to  help  in  its  work,  both  by  word  and 
by  deed.  Shortly  before  he  sailed  on  that  last  tragic 
sea-voyage  he  wrote  me  offering  to  do  still  more  for 
the  cause  that  was  so  near  his  heart.  On  his  return  from 
Europe,  he  wrote,  he  would  deliver  a  lecture  on  Thomas 
Paine,  the  entire  proceeds  to  go  toward  furthering  the 
Association's  work. 

The  Paine  Association  has  indeed  lost  two  good  friends, 
and  so  personally  have  I. 

President  Thomas  Paine 

National  Historical  Association  TI/    »*•    .,      .     m        -nr^..J^ 

New  York  city  W.  M.  van  dcr  Wcyde. 

GHERE  is  pathos  plus  a  silent  but  perfect 
eulogy  in  the   brief   announcement  which 
adorns   the   final   cover -page   of    the   July 
number    of    "  The    Philistine  "—the    little 
pocket-sized,  brown-covered  brochure  which  has  come 
monthly  for  many  years  from  East  Aurora  to  charm  tens 
of  thousands  who  have  loved  to  listen  to  the  song  of  a 
master  of  superb  English  and  the  greatest  phrase -maker 
of  the  country : 

"  So  here  endeth  The  Philistine — a  Periodical  of  Protest, 
as  written  for  twenty  years  and  one  month  by  Elbert 
Hubbard,  Pastor  of  the  Flock,  and  printed  every  little 
while  for  the  Society  of  the  Philistines.  So  passeth  the 
glory  of  the  world!" 


IN  MEMORIAM  355 

Could  there  be  greater  tribute  to  the  genius  of  one  man 
than  that  there  is  no  one  to  take  his  place  when  he  sets 
out  across  Death's  bar? 

How  rarely  is  it  given  to  any  person  to  thus  leave  a  void 
that  can  not  be  filled!  Men  may  be  missed — mourned 
with  a  depth  of  sincerity  that  lives  through  time;  but 
how  often  does  a  man  pass  without  another  ready  for 
his  place  and  equal  to  his  tasks? 

Yet  it  is  true  that  when  the  torpedoed  "  Lusitania  " 
took  Elbert  Hubbard  to  his  unmarked  grave  off  Old 
Head,  Kinsale,  Ireland,  it  took  the  only  genius  who 
could  pour  such  swirling,  eddying,  leaping,  tossing  epi 
grams  into  "  The  Philistine  "  as  made  it  a  continuously 
unique  epic  in  contemporary  literature.  "  A  voyage  with 
him  might  take  the  breath  away ;  you  might  cling  to  the 
rail  and  call  for  help,  but  the  exhilaration  would  quicken 
your  circulation  and  evolve  you  away  from  sluggish 
ness."  Though  one  might  violently  disagree  with  Hub- 
bard's  philosophy  of  life,  one  could  no  more  resist  the 
charm  and  fascination  of  his  word  imagery  than  one 
could  deny  the  glories  of  the  rainbow. 
The  bereft  Roycrofters  are  wise  in  letting  "  The  Phi 
listine  "  die  with  Elbert  Hubbard.  Its  discontinuation 
is  a  silent  memorial  to  the  genius  which  made  it  what 
it  was  s<*  !** 

Kalamazoo,  Mich.  O.  S.  Write. 


356  IN  MEMORIAM 

EOR  years  I  was  a  friend  and  an  admirer  of 
Elbert  Hubbard — a  truly  great  man  with  a 
big  heart  and  a  large  soul.  He  was  an 
original  thinker;  a  brilliant  writer;  and  he 
did  a  great  work  for  humanity,  which  will  loom  larger 
and  larger  as  the  years  come  and  go.  He  had  a  follow 
ing  all  his  own  among  the  thinkers  of  America,  and 
an  influence  upon  matters  of  public  moment  beyond 
the  conception  of  the  ordinary  citizen.  No  one  can  take 
his  place.  He  will  be  mourned  by  countless  thousands. 
C.  Elbert  Hubbard's  work  on  earth  is  done;  but  it  was 
a  grand  and  a  glorious  work ;  and  he  did  it  like  a  fear 
less  man  who  sees  the  light  of  truth,  and  dares  to 
promulgate  the  truth  just  because  it  is  the  truth  &+ 
Elbert  Hubbard  is  dead — but  yet  he  lives  in  the 
hearts  of  his  myriad  friends,  and  the  lovers  of  Liberty, 
throughout  the  world.  He  hated  sham,  and  cant,  and 
hypocrisy.  He  fought  for  the  right;  and  his  work  for 
the  truth,  and  the  right,  and  for  eternal  justice  con 
stitutes  his  monument — and  it  is  a  monument  more 
enduring  than  marble  and  more  lasting  than  brass  £•» 

Courts  elor-at-Law 
New  York  City 

I  have   known  Elbert  Hubbard  for  many  years.  He 
had  great  influence  for  good  in  this  part  of  the  country. 

Secretary  Board  of  Trade  Con     P 

Little  Rock,  Ark.  <*e°'  K' 


IN  MEMORIAM  357 

XHAVE  read  in  "The  Fra "  the  eloquent  en 
comiums  on  Elbert  and  Alice  Hubbard.  While, 
perhaps,  no  single  one  of  these  sincere  expressions 
of  love,  admiration  and  friendship  for  these  dear 
departed  lovers  of  each  other,  and  of  all  humanity, 
gives  adequate  expression  to  the  sentiments  which  in 
spire  the  whole  community,  yet  the  symposium  formed 
by  these  published  communications  affords  so  com 
plete  a  record,  if  any  such  record  can  be  really 
complete,  of  these  sentiments,  that  I  dare  not  now 
intrude  what  would  be  comparatively  an  unsatisfactory 
and  needless  addition  to  the  beautiful  tributes  already 
rendered  £•»  $+• 

While  I  regret,  as  a  personal  deprivation,  the  cessa 
tion  of  "The  Philistine,"  yet  I  must  admit  that  your 
determination  in  that  regard  is  the  only  just  course 
that  should  have  been  taken. 

For  yourself,  you  have  my  deepest  sympathy  in  the 
loss  you  have  sustained,  with  my  earnest  wish  that 
you  may  be  successful  in  the  continuation,  so  far  as 
you  have  determined  they  shall  be  continued,  of  the 
works  and  the  aspirations  of  your  father. 

Law  Offices  of 

Hoadly,  Lauterbach  &  Johnson  r»  «  «   •*•        ,      «        t. 

New  York  city  Edward  Lauteroach. 

Sympathy  is  the  sum  of  all  the  virtues. 


358 


IN  MEMORIAM 


'%^_^'  LOVED  Elbert  and  Alice  Hubbard  in  their 
individuality.  In  their  personality  I  knew 
them  but  slightly. 

^^.B  ^  Our  individuality  is  bestowed  by  heredity — 
by  vertical  evolution — our  personality  is  superinduced 
upon  this  by  environment — by  horizontal  evolution  &+• 
Elbert  Hubbard,  in  his  individuality,  possessed  a  keen, 
trenchant,  brilliant,  fearless  mind,  a  sweet  and  loving 
temperament,  and  a  strong,  intense  and  vivid  character. 
Alice  Hubbard  was  a  truly  great  woman — a  super- 
woman,  in  a  word — born  out  of  due  time.  She  was  not 
the  victim  of  the  social  conventions  of  her  day — she 
was  past-grand-mistress  of  them.  She  walked  her  own 
path  through  the  very  midst  of  these  conventions  with 
the  balanced  serenity  of  a  being  born  of  a  higher  order 
of  life.  And  yet  she  was  the  most  finely  human  soul 
that  one  could  possibly  conceive — a  prophetess  in  her 
own  individuality  of  the  coming  hvimanity. 

Philadelphia,  Pa.  Alice  Gwff. 


HERE  THEN  ENDETH 

fljemortam 


AN  APPRECIATION  OF  THOSE  TWO  GREAT  SOULS 

ELBERT  AND  ALICE  HUBBARD 
DROWNED  AT  SEA  OFF  THE  OLD  HEAD  OF 

KINSALE,  IRELAND 

MAY  SEVENTH,  NINETEEN  HUNDRED  FIFTEEN 

AND  WHO,  BEING  DEAD,  YET  SPEAK 

IN  LIVES  MADE  BETTER 

A  RECORD  OF  AFFECTION  AND 
A  LABOR  OF  LOVE 


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